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
(with Riff 1)
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 left
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
Of the what? Of the head to the left
Exercise yourself 'till you're bereft
'Cause it's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
Of the of the to the
(Riff 1)
It's a nervous tic motion of the head to the left
A nervous tic motion of the head
(Riff 1 x2 w/ improv vocals)
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
Riff 1: (in case any of you don't have Mr. Bird's whistling skills and would rather play