A phone book full of accidents   A girl to drive your car   A suit to wear on Mondays   And a coat, a magazine      A heavy rain a holiday   A painting of the wall   A knife, a fork and memories   A light to see it all      You didn't leave me anything   That I can understand   Hey I never meant that stuff   I want to turn you 'round      Dominoes a pack of cards   A picture of the queen   A dress to wear on Sundays   And a handle for the door      A letter that I sent for you   A note you left for me   A wave, a pack of cigarettes   A pocket full of beads      You didn't leave me anything   That I can understand   Hey I never meant that stuff   I want to turn you on      You didn't leave me anything   That I can understand   Hey I never meant that stuff   I want to turn you 'round      You didn't leave me anything   That I can understand   Hey I never meant that stuff   I want to turn you on      The sound of people getting drunk   A ceiling and a sky   A bank that's full of promises   A telephone that lies      A visit from your doctor   He crawls in through the door   A mirror you can look in   So that you know where you are      You didn't leave me anything   That I can understand   Hey I never meant that stuff   I want to turn you 'round      You didn't leave me anything   That I can understand   Now I'm left with all of this   A room full of your trash