Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes lyrics
by 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 rolling right on down, oh right on down my throat

And as we're heading 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 a way, does anybody know a way?

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away does anyboy know a way?



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 the glasses

I'm wearin' myself a t-shirt,

That say '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 a way, does anybody know a way?

Does anybody know a way?



We're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca coca cola

I can feel it rolling right on down, oh right on down my throat

And as we're headin' down the road,

Towards tiny cities made of ashes,

I'm gonna lay down in the smog,

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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