Tiny Cities Made of Ashes

We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on your face, gonna punch you in your glasses, oh no
Just got a message said "Yeah, hell is freezin' over"
Got a phone call from the Lord saying "Boy, go get a sweater, right now"

So we're drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', drinkin' coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down, right on down my throat

As we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
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?

We're going down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna hit you on your face, gonna punch you in your glasses, oh no
I'm wearin' a shirt that says "The world is my ashtray"
Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all grey
Just got a message sayin' "Yeah, that hell has frozen over"
Got a phone call from the Lord saying "Boy, go get a sweater, right now"

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?

And we're drinkin', drinkin', drinkin', drinkin' coca-coca-coca-cola
I can feel it rollin' right on down, right on down my throat
As we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Gonna lay down in the baths where they coat you in molasses, oh no

Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?