Songwriters: Lazzara, Adam Burbank; Mascherino, Frederick Pau; O'Connell, Mark; Reyes, Edward; Rubano, Matthew A;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        these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta  these lyrics are last corrected by IOWA