A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left

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 At sixteen tons of HAZMAT It's what goes undelivered Undelivered Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom 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 knapsack It's what goes undelivered Undelivered Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom 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 banal 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