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Greenlighter
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- Oct 19, 2009
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Spilled Milk
Take me back to white puddles of milk
Give me that skin that was soft as silk
Carry me home to the warmth of my crib
Hush me to sleep with that benign loving kiss
Put around my neck that oversized bib
That sweet little boy with spaghetti-stained lips
I want to wake up all alone in a car seat
With dried lines of drool drawn onto my cheeks
Because once you reach a certain age
Life is less like a game and more like a cage
A never ending maze that drives you insane
You need more and more things to stay entertained
From toys to playboys to sex to cocaine
All you end up with is a fried plastic brain
You live with having less and get used to the pain
Ailments and headaches that now never go away
At twenty years old with the brain of a bee's
You scrimmage for jobs while begging on your knees
I know i'm not qualified, but please won't you please?
I'll scrub or I'll sweep or I'll make the grilled cheese
I'll be here on time and clock out when i need
Just give me a chance at the very least
You get the job and you're happy as can be
Just a young man who has tried hard to be free
You work your life away and pay all your dues
For the years of mistakes and denying the truth
You live with your wife who dies soon from the blues
They're contagious as fire and she got 'em from you
You now comb the girl's hair and drive them to school
And you tell them how mom had always been your glue
That sticky loving substance that was constant and true
That held you together better than anyone you knew
Karma keeps kicking and your kids move out
To the east coast yuppies 1000 miles out of town
Unlike their dad, they see the value of knowledge
So they move out of state to an Ivy league college
They write once a year and forget they're your kids
They have goals of their own that they hardly ever miss
You sit on your rocking chair on your paint pealed porch
And wonder what the hell you're still living for
Soon you realize that you're all alone
There's no more people that come to your home
Not enough milk to support your fragile bones
And life runs dry and the last drop drips on your tongue
Giving you enough breath to think of all the fun
Pumping just enough blood to give you a little sun
And you remember all the joys of being young
In your piss-stained overalls with a bottle of rum
Take me back to white puddles of milk
Give me that skin that was soft as silk
Carry me home to the warmth of my crib
Hush me to sleep with that benign loving kiss
Put around my neck that oversized bib
That sweet little boy with spaghetti-stained lips
I want to wake up all alone in a car seat
With dried lines of drool drawn onto my cheeks
Because once you reach a certain age
Life is less like a game and more like a cage
A never ending maze that drives you insane
You need more and more things to stay entertained
From toys to playboys to sex to cocaine
All you end up with is a fried plastic brain
You live with having less and get used to the pain
Ailments and headaches that now never go away
At twenty years old with the brain of a bee's
You scrimmage for jobs while begging on your knees
I know i'm not qualified, but please won't you please?
I'll scrub or I'll sweep or I'll make the grilled cheese
I'll be here on time and clock out when i need
Just give me a chance at the very least
You get the job and you're happy as can be
Just a young man who has tried hard to be free
You work your life away and pay all your dues
For the years of mistakes and denying the truth
You live with your wife who dies soon from the blues
They're contagious as fire and she got 'em from you
You now comb the girl's hair and drive them to school
And you tell them how mom had always been your glue
That sticky loving substance that was constant and true
That held you together better than anyone you knew
Karma keeps kicking and your kids move out
To the east coast yuppies 1000 miles out of town
Unlike their dad, they see the value of knowledge
So they move out of state to an Ivy league college
They write once a year and forget they're your kids
They have goals of their own that they hardly ever miss
You sit on your rocking chair on your paint pealed porch
And wonder what the hell you're still living for
Soon you realize that you're all alone
There's no more people that come to your home
Not enough milk to support your fragile bones
And life runs dry and the last drop drips on your tongue
Giving you enough breath to think of all the fun
Pumping just enough blood to give you a little sun
And you remember all the joys of being young
In your piss-stained overalls with a bottle of rum
