• 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)
  • Parting of the Sensory
  • We've Got Everything
  • 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
  • Dramamine
  • Perfect Disguise
  • Alone Down There
  • Steam Engenius
  • Tiny Cities Made of Ashes
  • Invisible
  • The Cold Part
  • Lives
  • The Stars Are Projectors
  • What People Are Made Of
  • Life Like Weeds
  • Heart Cooks Brain
  • Trailer Trash
  • Lampshades on Fire
  • Doin' the Cockroach
  • Bankrupt on Selling
  • Polar Opposites

We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna hit you on the face, I'm gonna punch in your glasses
Oh no
I just got a message that says your 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 flowin right on down on, right on down my throat
And as we're headin 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 gonna hit you on the face, I'm gonna 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 gray
And I just got a message that says your 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 flowin right on down my, right on down my throat
And as we're headin down the road
Towards tiny cities made of ashes
I'm gonna lay down the spa
Well, then coat you in molasses
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?