Here's a little bit of "Stuck" by Tonio K
Papa was a farm boy, california born
growing up in paradise until the second war
when they put him in an airplane and loaded it with bombs
sent him over there, said "don't come back until they're gone"
they dropped 'em on the cities, they dropped 'em on the towns
they were tryin' to blow up hitler, he was tryin' to shoot 'em down
now papa hated killin' just as much as you and me
but he knew he had to do it; he could tell instinctively
that he was stuck
Stuck in the middle
stuck in the middle of the beginning of the end
It's the end / of the end of the tunnel
the end of the line
it's the end of the american century
the end of the endless summertime
