Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes (BBC Radio Session)

Lyrics:

Were goin down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on your face gonna punch you in your
glasses. Oh no
I just got a message that said Yeah hell is freezin over
I Got a phone call from the Lord sayin Hey boy git 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 were 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
Were 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'm wearin myself a t-shirt that says The world is my ashtray
Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all grey
And I just got a message sayin that hell has frozen over
Got a phone call from the Lord sayin Hey boy git a
sweater. Right now!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way
Were 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
Oh no
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away
Does anybody know a way