Until you do right, all you do will go wrong

All the things
All the things she gave me
All the things
All the things she gave me

I wrapped them up
In a big brown box
Tied it with ribbon
Drove to the docks
Checked my time
By the old town clock
All the things...

I saw the watchman
He was blowing into
Cupped hands
As he walked to the car
He said, "Where do you think
you're drivin' to, son?
All good folks are in bed,
the day's work is done."

I said I'm just lookin' for
Someplace to burn
All the things
All the things that she...

All the things that she gave me
Where do I put them
Where can I hide them
Where I won't have to see them?

It's dark as hell here
This city's grown cold
The devil's in drag
Playing poker with souls

The lots are all empty
The last man's out
The moon's made of cheese
And God is a boy scout
When I go to sleep
I'll be dreaming about
All the things...

Then I'll dream about
Churches with
Great tall spires
Cathedrals and candles
Chimneys and choirs
I'll dream about
That place
Where I set fire to
All the things
All the things that she
Gave me

We will pay the price, but we will not count the cost

I don't want to hear his name

It only makes me feel ashamed of those wasted days

And when I see his face I wish that I could make him disappear

My guitar was getting trashed so I made him give it back

Now he won't let up, saying I took his stuff

I wish that he would just disappear

You can't say I'm anti-everything

I just don't think the whole world owes him something

He's been talking to my friends

I hope they don't invite him in again

What I wouldn't do:
Go back to '92 and erase the moment I met you

And make you disappear