Done Bleeding

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 --- Done Bleeding - The Mountain Goats