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