作词 : Brock, Modest Mouse
We're going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes
I'm going to hit you on the face
I'm going to 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 drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca coca cola
I can feel it rolling right on down
oh right on down my throat now
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?
We're going down the road to 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 grey
And 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!'
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
We're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drink' coca coca cola
I can feel it rolling right on down
oh right on down my throat
as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm going to lay down (at 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?