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Modest Mouse
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Tiny Cities Made of Ash
Lyricist:Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Eric Judy
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I'm wearing 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 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?
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