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 repliedYou'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 undeliveredIt'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 theSplayed 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