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There are nights when i think that sal paradise was right Boys and girls in america have such a sad time together Sucking off each other at the demonstrations Making sure their makeup's straight Crushing one another with collossal expectations Dependent, undisciplined, sleeping late She was a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of a christian She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend He likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration Most nights were crystal clear but tonite its like it's stuck between stations On the radio. The devil and john berryman took a walk together They ended up on washington talking to the river He said "I surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers But big heads with soft bodies make for lousy lovers" There was that night that we thought that john berryman could fly But he didnt so he died She said "you're pretty good with words but words won't save your life" And they didn't so he died He was drunk and exhausted but he was critically acclaimed and respected He loved the golden gophers but he hated all the drawn out winters He likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration Most nights were kind of fuzzy but that last night he had total retention Tthese twin city kisses Sound like clicks and hisses And we all come down and drown in the mississippi river We drink, we dry up, we crumble into dust We get wet we corrode, we get covered in rust. |