Stuck Between Stations Lyrics

	There are nights when
	I think 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 colossal expectations.
	Dependent, undisciplined, and 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.
	She likes the warm feeling but she’s tired of all the dehydration.
	Most nights are crystal clear
	But tonight it’s 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’ve surrounded myself with doctors
	And deep thinkers.
	But big heads with 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.
	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.
	These Twin
	Cities kisses
	Sound like clicks and hisses.
	We all tumbled down and
	Drowned in the
	Mississippi
	River.We drink
	We dry upThen we crumble to dust

	There are nights when
	I think 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 colossal expectations.
	Dependent, undisciplined, and 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.
	She likes the warm feeling but she' s tired of all the dehydration.
	Most nights are crystal clear
	But tonight it' s 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' ve surrounded myself with doctors
	And deep thinkers.
	But big heads with 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.
	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.
	These Twin
	Cities kisses
	Sound like clicks and hisses.
	We all tumbled down and
	Drowned in the
	Mississippi
	River. We drink
	We dry upThen we crumble to dust

	There are nights when
	I think 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 colossal expectations.
	Dependent, undisciplined, and 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.
	She likes the warm feeling but she' s tired of all the dehydration.
	Most nights are crystal clear
	But tonight it' s 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' ve surrounded myself with doctors
	And deep thinkers.
	But big heads with 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.
	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.
	These Twin
	Cities kisses
	Sound like clicks and hisses.
	We all tumbled down and
	Drowned in the
	Mississippi
	River. We drink
	We dry upThen we crumble to dust

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