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there ain't no gospel on THE radio anymore

and we'RE all stuck inside during THE heat

licking our wounds

and confessing sins THAT haven't happened yet

this IS for you Cherry

come on doll face

LET'S dance the night away

cause I've got on my best dancing shoes

and you'VE still got those eyes

and THAT heart THAT'S filled

with old flames THAT don't burn much anymore




you chipped a nail

smashing THE button on THE radio

I broke a bone in my finger

when you got real anxious

I'M probably going to hell

but I'VE still got faith

THAT I'll see some of my friends

and mother,

if you'RE listening

there ain't no gospel on THE radio anymore

and I'M living with such sins

that I'M afraid I'll burst into flames

if THE winter don't come soon enough




stuck in THE closet

in THE basement of that girl

who'S parents got a divorce last year

we've got nothing left of our souls

but I'M pretty sure we can't just disappear

they'RE playing music outside

and THE shag carpet IS hard on THE knees

the foreign hands never WERE all THAT good

at turning boys into men

but we tried our best

in a few years

we'll smoke cigarettes we rolled ourselves

and drive our parents cars past curfews

but for now there ain't no gospel on THE radio anymore

and we don't write letters like we used to

but if I go to hell then darling

please help me go with a smile on my face