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's a really cool kisser and she wasn't all that strict of-
Damn, good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend
And he likes the warm feeling but he's tired of all the dehydration
Oh, most nights are crystal clear
Tonight it's like he's stuck between stations on the radio
You know, the Devil and John Berryman
They took a little walk together
Ended up on Washington talking to the river
He said, "I've surrounded myself with doctors and deep thinkers
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, words won't save your life"
And they didn't, so he died
And he was drunk and exhausted
He was critically acclaimed and respected
And 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
Yeah, 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, wasn't all that strict of a Christian
She was a damn good dancer but she wasn't all that great of a girlfriend
Well, 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
Yeah, these Twin City kisses
They sound like clicks and hisses
We all come down and drowned