Letra de Everything must go song

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

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