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