Paroles de Gone

Gone 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