Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes Lyrics - The Moon & Antarctica - Modest Mouse

We're goin' down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes 

Gonna hit you on the 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 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 

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! 

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 goin' to hit you on the face I'm goin' to 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 gray 

And I just got a message sayin' that hell has frozen over 

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 

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