Gone - Sanctimony

Gone!

When I’ll be gone

You may kill my dog — kill my son

Your face, your stupid eyes say all

I know you hate me.

That’s all

Gone!

When I’ll be gone

You are to lose your fun

Your crazy show shall close

I 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 stay

No drunk nor junkie’s gonna leave

Come make my mama clean

This is the order of come and leave