Sun Kil Moon - Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes

We're going down the road
Towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on the face
Gonna punch you in your glasses
Oh no
Just got a message that said
Yeah, hell is freezin' over
I got a phone call from the Lord
Saying, Boy, go get a sweater right now
So we're drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking
Coca, Coca Cola
I can feel it rolling right on down
Right on down my throat
As we're headed down the road
Towards tiny cities made of ashes
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
Towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on the face
Gonna punch you in your glasses
I'm wearing myself a t shirt
Says, The world is my ashtray
Our hearts pump dust
And our hair's all gray
Just got a message
Saying that hell has frozen over
Got a phone call from the Lord
Saying, Boy, go get a sweater right now
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
We're drinking, drinking, drinking, drinking
Coca, Coca Cola
I can feel it rolling right on down
Right on down my throat
And as we're headed down the road
Towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna lay down in the baths
Where they coat you in molasses
Oh no
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way