Song lyrics Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes by Modest Mouse

We're goin' down the road, towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna hit you on the face, I'm gonna punch you in your glasses
Oh no!

I just got a message that said "Yeah, hell has frozen over"
I got a phone call from the Lord, saying "Hey boy, get a sweater, right now"

So we're drinking drinking drinking drinking coca coca cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down, oh, right on down my throat
And as we're headed down the road, towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna get dressed up in plastic, gonna shake hands with the masses
Oh no!

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?

We're goin' down the road, towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna hit you on the face, I'm gonna punch you in your glasses
I'm wearin' myself a t-shirt that says "The world is my ashtray"
Our hearts pump dust and our hair's all grey
And I just got a message that says "Yeah, hell has frozen over"
I got a phone call from the Lord sayin' "Hey boy, get a sweater, right now!"

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
Does anybody know a way?

So we're drinking drinking drinking drinking coca coca cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down, oh, right on down my throat
And as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna lay down in the spa where they coat you in molasses
Right now!
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Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?