There are nights when I think that Sal Paradise was right

Boys and girls in America they have such a sad time together

Sucking off each other at the demonstrations making sure their makeup's straight

Crushing one another with colossal 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 are crystal clear but tonight it's like he's stuck between stations

On the radio

The Devil and John Berryman they took a walk together

And they ended up on Washington talking to the river

He said "I've surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers

Their big heads and soft bodies make for lousy lovers"

There was that night that we thought John Berryman could fly

But he didn't 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

Yeah he was drunk and exhausted 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

Yeah these Twin City kisses

They sound like clicks and hisses

We all come down and drowned

In the Mississippi River

We drink and we dry up and now we crumble into dust

We get wet and we corrode and now we're covered up in rust

We drink and we dry up and now we crumble into dust

We get wet and we corrode and now we're covered up in rust

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 are crystal clear but tonight it's like he's stuck between stations

These Twin City kisses

They sound like clicks and hisses

We all come down and drowned

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