Tom Waits - Picking up after you

Here comes the bride
And there goes the groom
Looks like a hurricane went
Through this room
Smells like a pool hall,
Where's my other shoe?
And I'm sick and
Tired of pickin' up after you

Looks like you spent
The night 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 I'm sick and tired
Of picking up after you

Well, I've told you before,
I won't tell you again
You don't defrost the icebox
With a ball point pen
This railroad apartment
Is held together with glue
And I'm sick and tired
Of picking up after you

Because I know,
I'm being swindled,
I never bargained for this
Once more, you never cared about me
Why don't you get your own place,
So you can live like you do?
And I'm sick and tired
Of picking up after you

Take all your relatives
And all of your shoes
Believe me, I'll really swing
When you're gone
I'll be living on chicken
And wine after we're through
With someone,
I pick up after you

With someone,
I'll pick up after you
With someone,
I pick up after you
With someone,
I'll pick up after you