Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes - 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 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 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 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?