Gone

Gone! When I'll be goneYou may kill my dog - kill my sonYour face, your stupid eyes say allI know you hate me. That's all.Gone! When I'll be goneYou are to lose your funYour crazy show shall closeI might name it the fine end.Oh, Lord! Come set my mother free!That's not her fate or point to reach!Oh, holy Lord! Come get us clear!The order of things is here to stayNo drunk nor junkie's gonna leaveCome make my mama cleanThis is the order of come and leave