there's an old drunk upstairs at night I hear the bottle drop there's an old drunk upstairs at night I hear the bottle drop
there's an old drunk upstairs at night I hear the bottle drop his wife died drinking glue in the wood shop I heard him last night screaming in the stairwell I can't sleep with my neck on the chopping block
we don't have any bandages we don't have any bandages we don't have any bandages
he's got a son upstate at Napanoch who crossed the line in an all-night coffee shop he used to write but the letters came back now he's tripping over bottles 'cause he painted the windows black it took two coats
we don't have any bandages we don't have any bandages we don't have any bandages no one gets hurt
call off the search...
his wife was a beauty just looking at the woman made you... his wife was a beauty just looking at the woman made you...
his wife was a beauty just looking at the woman made you hungry made you question your ambition to do anything but stay in bed all day eat 'til you're sick scraping the plate with her cherry red pump
we don't have any bandages we don't have any bandages we don't have any bandages no one gets hurt in this house
when he was seventeen he was working at Owen's Funeral Home the green awning in white letters where beauty lessens your grief working for his cousin who used to be a priest picking up the deceased got to fix up what's been messed up if you want to get dressed up
meet me at the church…
I hear his heavy steps he's talking to himself the wine glasses rattle on my kitchen shelf people say there's no one worse than him but if he ever comes knocking I'm gonna let him in
we don't have any bandages we don't have any bandages we don't have any bandages no one gets hurt in this house