Tom Waits - Picking up After You - Текст песни

Here comes the bride

And there goes the groom

Looks like a hurricane

Went thru this room

Smells like a poolhall

Wheres my other shoe

And Im sick and tired of pickin up after you

Looks like you spent the nite in a trench

And tell me,

How long have you been combing your hair with a wrench

Blue roses are dead

And the violets are too

And Im sick and tired of pickin up after you

Well, Ive told you before

I wont tell you again

You dont defrost the icebox

With a ball point pen

This railroad apartment

Is held together with glue

And Im sick and tired of pickin up after you

Because I know

I been swindled

I never bargained for this

Once more you never cared about me

Why dont you get your own place

So you can live like you do

And Im sick and tired of pickin up after you

Take all your relatives

And all of your shoes

Believe me Ill really swing

When youre gone

Ill be living on chicken and wine

After were thru

With someone I pick up after you

With someone Ill pick up after you

With someone Ill pick up after you

With someone Ill pick up after you