• Float On
  • Dashboard
  • The World at Large
  • Ocean Breathes Salty
  • The View
  • Bukowski
  • Missed the Boat
  • Bury Me With It
  • The Good Times Are Killing Me
  • Fire It Up
  • Satin in a Coffin
  • One Chance
  • Dance Hall
  • Black Cadillacs
  • Blame It On The Tetons
  • 3rd Planet
  • Gravity Rides Everything
  • March Into the Sea
  • Paper Thin Walls
  • Little Motel
  • This Devil's Workday
  • Florida
  • Interlude (Milo)
  • We've Got Everything
  • Parting of the Sensory
  • Dark Center of the Universe
  • Education
  • People as Places as People
  • Fly Trapped in a Jar
  • I Came as a Rat
  • Spitting Venom
  • Wild Packs of Family Dogs
  • A Different City
  • Steam Engenius
  • Alone Down There
  • Perfect Disguise
  • Dramamine
  • Invisible
  • Tiny Cities Made of Ashes
  • The Cold Part
  • Lives
  • The Stars Are Projectors
  • What People Are Made Of
  • Life Like Weeds
  • Heart Cooks Brain
  • Trailer Trash
  • Doin' the Cockroach
  • Lampshades on Fire
  • Bankrupt on Selling
  • Polar Opposites

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 is freezin' over
I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin'
Hey boy get a sweater, right now

So we're drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', 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 goin' to hit you on the face
I'm goin' to 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 hairs all gray
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?

We're drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', 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

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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