Everything Must Go Lyrics - Singles - The Weakerthans

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 your knees, comes with a free fake smile 

For all your dumb demands 

The cordless razor that my father bought 

When I turned 17 

A puke-green sofa and the outline too 

A complicated dream of dignity 

For a laugh, too loud and too long 

Or a place where awkward belong 

And a sign, recovery comes 

To the broken ones 

To the broken ones 

To the broken ones 

For the broken ones 

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