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 Yeah 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 And some boxes That hand me down couch, and chair They used to be at your church We borrowed them from there A cabinet record player With nothin' but James Taylor Tore the carpets from the corners To put in that 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 love you had but couldn't name The past that we were stuck between Beside myself I stopped to think 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 (mud) --- Everything Must Go - Taking Back Sunday