"Keep 'Em Coming" as written by and Matt Skiba Glenn Porter....
14 hours ahead - a head that's heavier than lead
And I've got toothpicks in my eyes
A smile more yellow than the sky
I've got a song stuck in my head
One that I miss more than my bed
It's a song sung from a fallen milkman
Who's drinking bleach instead
I'm much like him
14 hours unfed - I spent the last cents in my head
They're worth much less than pennies now
Food for one thought shared with a crowd
And I've got a painting in my head
A deeper blue bled thicker red
More red than Bloody Marys coast to coast
I hate flying I said - that's what I said
Sad, sorry excuse
Just like everything that made her smile
And everything I use
I won't go back to the way it was
I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint,
To take away this buzz that I call you
14 hours ahead - a head that's heavier than lead
Toothpicks pry open eyes
A smile more yellow than the sky
I've got a song stuck in my head
One that I miss more than my bed
It's a song sung from a fallen milkman
Who's drinking bleach instead
I'm much like him
14 hours unfed - I spent the last cents in my head
They're worth much less than pennies now
Food for one thought shared with a crowd
I've got a painting in my head
A deeper blue bled thicker red
More red than Bloody Marys coast to coast
I hate flying I said - that's what I said
Sad, sorry excuse
Just like everything that made her smile
And everything I use
I won't go back to the way it was
I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint,
To take away this buzz that I call you
And I've got toothpicks in my eyes
A smile more yellow than the sky
I've got a song stuck in my head
One that I miss more than my bed
It's a song sung from a fallen milkman
Who's drinking bleach instead
I'm much like him
14 hours unfed - I spent the last cents in my head
They're worth much less than pennies now
Food for one thought shared with a crowd
And I've got a painting in my head
A deeper blue bled thicker red
More red than Bloody Marys coast to coast
I hate flying I said - that's what I said
Sad, sorry excuse
Just like everything that made her smile
And everything I use
I won't go back to the way it was
I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint,
To take away this buzz that I call you
14 hours ahead - a head that's heavier than lead
Toothpicks pry open eyes
A smile more yellow than the sky
I've got a song stuck in my head
One that I miss more than my bed
It's a song sung from a fallen milkman
Who's drinking bleach instead
I'm much like him
14 hours unfed - I spent the last cents in my head
They're worth much less than pennies now
Food for one thought shared with a crowd
I've got a painting in my head
A deeper blue bled thicker red
More red than Bloody Marys coast to coast
I hate flying I said - that's what I said
Sad, sorry excuse
Just like everything that made her smile
And everything I use
I won't go back to the way it was
I'm now huffing gas and sniffing paint,
To take away this buzz that I call you
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Amazing lyric.
The line:
"It's a song sung from a fallen milkman who's drinking bleach instead"...
Does this refrence to the Dead Milkmen? esp. their song the "Bleach Boys", which is about them drinking bleach...this just seems to make sense to me, because fallen can mean dead, and milkmen is right there, and the bleach part fits right in too...