Tiny Cities Made of Ashes The Frights

[Verse 1]
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"

[Bridge]
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 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!

[Chorus]
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?