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