text: 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