Undertow

One, two, three, four

The cobwebs on the ceiling fell

And the lonely 40-watt flickers when the train goes by

Take-out boxes in the garbage can

And the leaning tower of dishes is getting three feet high

Well, I can't stand

Waiting to hear your boots at my door

I can't stand

Wondering if you're out with that whore

I can't stand

I drink an ocean of liquor in your undertow

Woo, hahahaha

The faucet keeps dripping like a cannonball

I threw my guitar in the fire when it ran out of Durafame

The phone kept ringing right off the wall

But it never was you, so I ripped it out the socket

And I cursed your name

The sun's been gone for seven days

And you've been gone for nine

The Tennessee River's a block away

And I can jump in at any time

I can't stand

Waiting to hear your boots at my door

I can't stand

Wondering if you're out with that whore

I can't stand

I drink an ocean of liquor in your undertow

I shuffle around like a mental patient

I'm a rug on my bedroom shoes

Flipping channels from a sleeping bag

And dining on a box of Froot Loops

I can't stand

Waiting to hear your boots at my door

I can't stand

Wondering if you're out with that whore

I can't stand

Wishing that you'd never been born

I can't stand

I drink an ocean of liquor in your undertow, oh

I can't stand it

I can't stand it