Done Bleeding by The Mountain Goats Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Recite the songs that kept me whole
On the day I hand over command control
Try to let them all flow into this one
List alphabetically
The toxins the doctors found in me
During my time in prison
[Chorus]
Count my fingers, every last one
When I get done
[Verse 2]
Clean the floors well, sweep and swab
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
[Chorus]
Grim-faced pilots, back from the bombing run
When I get done
[Bridge]
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 anymore
[Chorus]
Let the crust form on my skin in the sun
When I get done
[Verse 3]
Sweep the front porch, make it new
Put the broom away when I get through
No passersby need know of my lonely tenure
All this riot of light, the shock of leaves
Wind rippling in my sleeves
Swirling against my skin as in a blender
[Chorus]
Red thread drying behind me, hand-spun
When I get done
Recite the songs that kept me whole
On the day I hand over command control
Try to let them all flow into this one
List alphabetically
The toxins the doctors found in me
During my time in prison
[Chorus]
Count my fingers, every last one
When I get done
[Verse 2]
Clean the floors well, sweep and swab
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
[Chorus]
Grim-faced pilots, back from the bombing run
When I get done
[Bridge]
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 anymore
[Chorus]
Let the crust form on my skin in the sun
When I get done
[Verse 3]
Sweep the front porch, make it new
Put the broom away when I get through
No passersby need know of my lonely tenure
All this riot of light, the shock of leaves
Wind rippling in my sleeves
Swirling against my skin as in a blender
[Chorus]
Red thread drying behind me, hand-spun
When I get done