The Children of the Milkman
Yeah, you gotta' know who you are,
You never quite resembled Ma and Pa,
You never really learned to play guitar.
Allright, It's time to face all the facts,
You've always been attracted to the map,
You like to see some order on the rack.
WE ARE THE CHILDREN
OF THE MILKMAN
IN NUMBERS FAR TOO LARGE
TO EVER COUNT THEM
WE'LL BE LEAVING SOMETHING
USEFUL BY YOUR DOOR
I found a picture of Daddy,
He's dead now but I bet
He died real happy,
What would Daddy want you to do?
Strange desire
To wake up in the morning and drive.
Why else would you look so good?
Why else would you look so good?
Why else would you look so good in white?
WE ARE THE CHILDREN
OF THE MILKMAN
CONCEIVED BETWEEN THE FAUCET
AND THE FOUNTAIN
WE'RE THE ONES YOU LEFT BEHIND
NOWHERE IN THE WORLD listen
I went down to the big parade,
To see if I could find some fun.
Marching bands with steel batons
Shining in the setting sun,
But there was nothing in the eyes
Of the people passing by,
There was nothing there but me
And the Tragedy of Mary.
I went down to the shopping mall
But I knew I wouldn't buy a thing,
Just walk around with my head held down
Tryin' to feel a part of something.
There's nowhere in the world like you.
And I really wish I could see you again.
I'd tell you how I love you so,
And I'd ask you to please forgive me,
For selfishly, thinking only of me,
When I had a chance to see you.
The sadness in your eyes,
Every time I went away,
And where in the hell was I goin' anyway?.
There's nowhere in the world like you.
And I really wish I could see you once again
You never quite resembled Ma and Pa,
You never really learned to play guitar.
Allright, It's time to face all the facts,
You've always been attracted to the map,
You like to see some order on the rack.
WE ARE THE CHILDREN
OF THE MILKMAN
IN NUMBERS FAR TOO LARGE
TO EVER COUNT THEM
WE'LL BE LEAVING SOMETHING
USEFUL BY YOUR DOOR
I found a picture of Daddy,
He's dead now but I bet
He died real happy,
What would Daddy want you to do?
Strange desire
To wake up in the morning and drive.
Why else would you look so good?
Why else would you look so good?
Why else would you look so good in white?
WE ARE THE CHILDREN
OF THE MILKMAN
CONCEIVED BETWEEN THE FAUCET
AND THE FOUNTAIN
WE'RE THE ONES YOU LEFT BEHIND
NOWHERE IN THE WORLD listen
I went down to the big parade,
To see if I could find some fun.
Marching bands with steel batons
Shining in the setting sun,
But there was nothing in the eyes
Of the people passing by,
There was nothing there but me
And the Tragedy of Mary.
I went down to the shopping mall
But I knew I wouldn't buy a thing,
Just walk around with my head held down
Tryin' to feel a part of something.
There's nowhere in the world like you.
And I really wish I could see you again.
I'd tell you how I love you so,
And I'd ask you to please forgive me,
For selfishly, thinking only of me,
When I had a chance to see you.
The sadness in your eyes,
Every time I went away,
And where in the hell was I goin' anyway?.
There's nowhere in the world like you.
And I really wish I could see you once again
Credits
Writer(s): Abraham Cloud
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