Текст песни 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 left It'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