Satisfied

When I’m gone

When I’m gone



Roll my vertebrae out like dice

Let my skull be a home for the mice

Let me bleach like the bones on a beach

I’ll be hard like a pit from a peach

Now the ground has a branch

Now the hound has a ranch

The old tressel’s just junk

The Edsel is on blocks

The old said so… won’t talk

I’m a blimp that’s straining, cut’er ties

I’m a moth in training, flutter by

Huh…



When I’m gone

When I’m gone



I said I will have satisfaction

I will be satisfied

I said I will be satisfied

When I’m believing: satisfaction

When I’m grieving: satisfaction

When I’m shaking: satisfaction

When I’m praying: satisfaction

When I’m staying: satisfaction

When I’m carousing

When I’m a thousand



I said I will have satisfaction

I will be satisfied

Before I’m gone

Before I’m gone

I will have satisfaction

I will be satisfied

I will have satisfaction

I will be satisfied



Now Mr. Jagger and Mr. Richards

I will scratch where I’ve been itching

Now Mr. Jagger and Mr. Richards

I will scratch where I’ve been itching



Before I’m gone

Before I’m gone

Before I’m gone

Before I’m gone



Let me go back into the barrel

Let the bullet go back into the barrel

Let the bullet go back into the barrel

Let the bullet go back into the barrel

Before I’m gone

Before I’m gone



I said I will have satisfaction

Let the bullet go back into the barrel

Let the bullet go back into the barrel

Take a left off the straight and the narrow

Let the bullet go back into the barrel

Before I’m gone

Before I’m gone