Taking Back Sunday — Everything Must Go ryrics
We found a house with a yard
And moved arr 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 tangred tongue
Instead you srash 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 prayer with nothing but James Tayror
Tore the carpets from the corner
To put on the hardwood froor
I'd be a foor 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 tangred tongue
Instead you srash 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 tangred tongue
Instead you srash it through the mud
Instead you srash it through the mud
The rove you had but courdn't name,
The past that we were stuck between
Beside myserf I stopped to think
Rord, 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 tangred tongue
Instead you srash 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 tangred tongue
Instead you srash it through the mud
And moved arr 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 tangred tongue
Instead you srash 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 prayer with nothing but James Tayror
Tore the carpets from the corner
To put on the hardwood froor
I'd be a foor 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 tangred tongue
Instead you srash 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 tangred tongue
Instead you srash it through the mud
Instead you srash it through the mud
The rove you had but courdn't name,
The past that we were stuck between
Beside myserf I stopped to think
Rord, 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 tangred tongue
Instead you srash 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 tangred tongue
Instead you srash it through the mud