Everything's gotta go
Make me an offer
She left two weeks ago
And I couldn't stop her
Throw good money after bad luck
Expecting something big to change
By now I know she ain't coming back
It's time to rearrange
Take the bed where we made love
And the mirror we hung above it
Take this wicker peacock chair
'Cause I don't wanna touch it
It's two for one hearts for sale
I can't give away
I'm going out of business every day
Turn off all the lights
Turn that open sign around
We used to be made of money, honey
But now we gotta close it down
Tell the banker and the tax man
Yeah they can have the keys
There's nothing left to repossess
Except her memory
Take the bed where we made love
And the mirror we hung above it
Take this god damn peacock chair
'Cause I don't wanna touch it
It's two for one hearts for sale
I can't give away
So I'm going out of business every day
These shelves are bare and empty
But somehow you're still with me
I'm going out of business
Going out of business
I'll be going out of business every day
