The weakerthans everything must go lyrics

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.



For 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.



"Our Best Offer."