Lyrics
Recite the songs that kept me whole
On the day I hand over command control
Try to let them all flow in to this one
List alphabetically
The toxins the doctors found in me
During my time in prison
Count my fingers
Every last one
When I get done
Clean the floors well, sweep and swap
Do a thorough job
Leave the old place nicer than I found it
Wish well as the neighbors cheer and shout
Finally taking their earplugs out
Things were even worse here than they sounded
Grim faced pilots back from the bombing run
When I get done
Take a picture or two
Just to remember the view
Leave a mark on the door
As an empty warning sign
From one who's gone before
But isn't here any more
Let the crust form on my skin in the sun
When I get done
Sweep the front porch make it new
Put the broom away when I get through
No passers-by need to know of my lonely tenure
All this violent end
The shock of leaves
Wind rippling in my sleeves
Swirling against my skin as in a blender
Rhythmic drumming and hands spun
When I get done