Everything Must Go (Live)
My heart's outstanding bills
A cracked-up compass and a pocket watch
Some plastic daffodils
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
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
Cordless razor that my father bought
When I turned 17
A puke-green sofa and the outline to
A complicated dream of dignity
For a laugh, too loud and too long
Or a place where awkward belongs
And a sign recovery comes
To the broken ones
To the broken ones
To the broken ones
For the broken ones