Keep ‘em Coming (Letra)

Status Quo

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Keep ‘em coming
Nose to tail
Keep ‘em coming
Love for sale
Alloy spokes, leather trim
Walnut dash looks good on him
Twenty four valves set to sing

Keep ‘em coming
Furry dice
Keep ‘em coming
Well ain’t that nice
Auto sunroof, heated seat
Air conditioned naturally
About as cool as i can be

Keep ‘em coming
Keep ‘em coming

Cruise control
The motorway
It’s the freedom that i love
And i want to sail
I want to sail
Away away away
Away away away

Keep ‘em coming
Nodding dog
Keep ‘em coming
I love that smog
Longer hoods, wider boots
Sell me one that loops the loop
Before we all
Go down the tubes

Keep ‘em coming
Knock ‘em out
Keep ‘em coming

Cruise control
The motorway
It’s the freedom that i love
And i want to sail
I want to sail
Away away away
Away away away

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Keep Em Coming (Letra)

Alkaline Trio

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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.