Letra de Everything Must Go

We found a house with a yard
And moved all of my things
And then 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're 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