Everything Must Go

We found a house with a big yard

And moved all of my things

And most of your things, in

And honey I was proud of it

Honey I was proud of, you

You quote the Good Book,

When it's convenient

But you don't have the sense

No you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you're slashing through the mud

Some boxes, that

Hand-me-down couch, and chair

That used to be at your church

We borrowed them from there

A cabinet record player with nothing but James Taylor

Two carpets from the corner store

Cover the hardwood floor

I'd be a fool to ask for more...

You quote the Good Book,

When it's convenient

But you don't have the sense

No you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you're slashing through the mud

You quote the Good Book,

When it's convenient

But you don't have the sense

No you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you're slashing through the mud

And honey i was proud of you

Instead you're slashing through the mud

The love you had was good enough

The past that we were stuck between

But so much stuff must go tonight,

Oh Lord, what have I done?

You quote the Good Book,

When it's convenient

But you don't have the sense

No you don't have the sense

To tie your tangled tongue

Instead you're slashing through the mud