Weakerthans - Everything Must Go! Lyrics lyrics

rate me

Garage Sale: Saturday. I need to pay my heart's outstanding

bills.

A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch,

some plastic daffodils,

the cutlery and coffee cups I stole from all-night

restaurants,

a sense of wonder (only slightly used),

a year or two to haunt you in the dark,

for a phone call from far away

with a "Hi, how are you today?"

and a sign recovery comes to the broken ones

a wage-slave forty-hour work week

(weighs a thousand kilograms, so bend you knees) --

comes with a free fake smile for all your dumb demands

the cordless razor that my father bought when I turned 17,

apuke-green sofa

and the outline to a complicated dream of dignity.

For a laugh (too loud and too long).

For a place where awkward belongs,

and a sign that recovery come to the broken ones.

to the broken ones.

to the broken ones.

for the broken ones.

(Or best offer.)