I'm gonna hit you in 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
Now 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 gonna hit you in the face
I'm gonna 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 grey
And I just got a message sayin' that 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
from the Album "The Moon & Antarctica"
Copyright 2000 by Modest Mouse
