Taking Back Sunday Everything Must Go Lyrics

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 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're slashing through the mud



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