Everything Must Go

We found a house with a yard
And moved all of my things in
And most of your things in
And honey, I was proud of it
And 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 slash it 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
Tore the carpets from the corner store
To put on the hardwood floor
I'd be a fool to have asked 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 slash it 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 slash it through the mud
Instead you slash it through the mud

The love you had was good enough
The path 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 slash it 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 slash it through the mud