| Song | Tiny Cities Made of Ashes |
| Artist | Modest Mouse |
| Album | LIVE in OKC (08.15.2002) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Brock, Modest Mouse | |
| We're going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes | |
| I'm going to hit you on the face | |
| I'm going to 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 saying, | |
| 'Hey boy, get a sweater, right now.' | |
| So we're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca coca cola | |
| I can feel it rolling 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? | |
| We're going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes | |
| I'm going to hit you on the face | |
| I'm going to punch you in your glasses | |
| 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 said | |
| 'Yeah, hell has frozen over.' | |
| I got a phone call from the Lord saying, | |
| 'Hey boy, get a sweater, right now!' | |
| Does anybody know a way that a body could get away? | |
| Does anybody know a way? | |
| We're drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drink' coca coca cola | |
| I can feel it rolling right on down | |
| oh right on down my throat | |
| as we're headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes | |
| I'm going to lay down (at 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? |
| zuo ci : Brock, Modest Mouse | |
| We' re going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes | |
| I' m going to hit you on the face | |
| I' m going to 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 saying, | |
| ' Hey boy, get a sweater, right now.' | |
| So we' re drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca coca cola | |
| I can feel it rolling 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? | |
| We' re going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes | |
| I' m going to hit you on the face | |
| I' m going to punch you in your glasses | |
| I' m wearing myself a Tshirt that says | |
| ' The world is my ashtray' | |
| Our hearts pump dust and our hair' s all grey | |
| And I just got a message that said | |
| ' Yeah, hell has frozen over.' | |
| I got a phone call from the Lord saying, | |
| ' Hey boy, get a sweater, right now!' | |
| Does anybody know a way that a body could get away? | |
| Does anybody know a way? | |
| We' re drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drink' coca coca cola | |
| I can feel it rolling right on down | |
| oh right on down my throat | |
| as we' re headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes | |
| I' m going to lay down at 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? |
| zuò cí : Brock, Modest Mouse | |
| We' re going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes | |
| I' m going to hit you on the face | |
| I' m going to 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 saying, | |
| ' Hey boy, get a sweater, right now.' | |
| So we' re drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' coca coca cola | |
| I can feel it rolling 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? | |
| We' re going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes | |
| I' m going to hit you on the face | |
| I' m going to punch you in your glasses | |
| I' m wearing myself a Tshirt that says | |
| ' The world is my ashtray' | |
| Our hearts pump dust and our hair' s all grey | |
| And I just got a message that said | |
| ' Yeah, hell has frozen over.' | |
| I got a phone call from the Lord saying, | |
| ' Hey boy, get a sweater, right now!' | |
| Does anybody know a way that a body could get away? | |
| Does anybody know a way? | |
| We' re drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' drink' coca coca cola | |
| I can feel it rolling right on down | |
| oh right on down my throat | |
| as we' re headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes | |
| I' m going to lay down at 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? |