Overprescribed
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 have died


Stretched out on a tarmac
Six miles south of North Platte

He can't stand to look back
Sixteen tons of hazmat
It's what goes undelivered

Undelivered

It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left

It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
Of the what, of the head to the left
So exercise yourselves to your bereft

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

Splayed out on a bath mat

Six miles north of South Platte
He just wants his life back
What's in that paper nap sack

It's what goes undelivered
Undelivered


It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
A nervous tic motion of the head
Head to the left

It's a nervous tic motion of the, of the, to the
Left


It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the, of the, of the head of the head to the

Over imbibed

Under the mister
Barely alive we cover the blisters in flannel
Though the words we speak are b!@#^

Now one of them's a lie
Now one of them's a lie
You're what happens when two substances collide

And by all accounts you really should have died