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Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes Lyrics - Artist : Modest Mouse
We're going 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 rolling 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 going down the road Towards tiny cities made of ashes I'm going to hit you on the face I'm going to punch you in your glasses I'm wearing myself a T-shirt That says, "The world is my ashtray." Our hearts pump dust And our hair's all gray And I just got a message that says "Yeah, hell has frozen over." I got a phone call from the Lord saying "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? We're drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking Coca, Coca Cola I can feel it rolling 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! 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? |
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