A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left

Over prescribed under the mister

We had survived to turn on the history channel

And ask our esteemed panel why are we alive

And here's how they replied

You're what happens when two substances collide

And by all accounts you really should've died stretched out on the tarmac

Six miles south of

North Platte he can't stand to look back

At sixteen tons of

Hazmat and it's what goes undelivered undelivered

And it's a nervous tic motion of the head

To the leftist's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

Exorcise your cells till you're bereft'

Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

Splayed out on a bathmat six miles north of

South Platte

And he just wants his life back what's in that paper knapsack

It's what goes undelivered over imbibed under the mister

Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel though the words we speak

Are banal not one of them's a lie not one of them's a lie

You're what happens when two substances collide

And by all accounts you really should've died