Andrew Campbell (NY) - Rum & Radio lyrics

You sit around the record player Your thoughts all in a line Pretending to appreciate The fathers of your time Those names that they have all heard before But whose gravity they have not They will follow their dreams into the night And find themselves longing for home Back to their gods, Rum and Radio Lie on your back, and soon you will know Their gods, Rum and Radio Lie on your back, and soon you will know As well