A Nervous Tic Motion of the Head to the Left (Orchestral Version)

[Verse 1]

Overprescribed

And 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

[Verse 2]

Stretched out on a tarmac

Six miles North of South Platte

He can't stand to look back

At sixteen tons of hazmat

It's what goes undelivered

Undelivered

Boom, bum, bum, bum

[Chorus]

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

A nеrvous tic motion

Exorcise your cells 'til you're bereft

It's a nervous tic motion

Of the what? Of the head to the left

[Verse 3]

Splayed out on a bath mat

Six miles South of North Platte

He just wants his life back

What's in that paper knapsack

It's what goes undelivered

Undelivered

Boom, bum, bum, bum, boom

[Chorus]

And it's a nervous tic motion of the head

To the left

A nervous tic motion

Of the

[Whistling]

[Bridge]

Over imbibed

Under the mister

Barely alive, we cover our blisters in flannel

Though the words we speak are banal

Not one of them's a lie

Not one of them's a lie

[Outro]

You're what happens when two substances collide

And by all accounts, you really should have died