Yesterday was nice

And today looked fine

And quickly the sky opened up

The moon came crashing down.

I wish that I, could tell you

That it's, all alright

I wish that I, could tell you

That it's, all alright.

But in truth, we're doomed

Consumed by all the truck fumes that will kill you without uttering a sound.

In truth, we're doomed

Entombed by oil spills, the wicked lawmen and the benzene underground

The architecture ruining this town.

Tilt your head back, and don't choke

Under the glass of the microscope

Tilt your head back, and don't choke

Under the glass of the microscope.

Over and over

Over again.

I wish that I, could tell you

That it's, all alright

I wish that I, could tell you

That it's, all alright.

But in truth, we're doomed

Consumed by all the truck fumes that will kill you without uttering a sound.

In truth, we're doomed

Entombed by oil spills, the wicked lawmen and the benzene underground

The architecture ruining this town.

Tilt your head back, and don't choke

Under the glass of the microscope

Tilt your head back, and don't choke

Under the glass of the microscope.

Tilt your head back, and don't choke

Under the glass of the microscope

Tilt your head back, and don't choke

Under the glass of the microscope.

Over and over

Over again.

We're going to ...

(Over and over)

We're going to hell ...

(Over again)

We're going to

We're going to

We're going to...