I'm Gone Songtext
von Shock Poets
I'm Gone Songtext
When I read that I am like the grass
Such a short time, gee that sounds real strange
Little secrets creep up from the past
Checking out the new price tags in town
And the hope that I′m thinking of
Don't come in plastic bags
And the hope that gets carried round
Don′t come in any glass
And the hope that gets spoken of
Companies have not touched
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I′m gone
Shattered friends and family don′t get on
When I talk my mouth moves and it hurts
And the hope that I'm thinking of
Don′t come in plastic bags
And the hope that gets carried round
Don't come in any glass
And the hope that gets spoken of
Companies have not touched
When I′m gone
When I'm gone
When I′m gone
I don't have a tombstone here or over there
But it won't matter when I′m gone
When I read that I am like the grass
It′s such a short time, gee that sounds real strange
Little secrets creep up from the past
Checking out the new price tags in town
And the hope that I'm thinking of
Don′t come in plastic bags
And the hope that gets carried round
Don't come in any glass
And the hope that gets spoken of
Companies have not touched
When I′m gone
When I'm gone
When I′m gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I′m gone
When I′m gone
When I'm gone
When I′m dead and I'm stinking
Such a short time, gee that sounds real strange
Little secrets creep up from the past
Checking out the new price tags in town
And the hope that I′m thinking of
Don't come in plastic bags
And the hope that gets carried round
Don′t come in any glass
And the hope that gets spoken of
Companies have not touched
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I′m gone
Shattered friends and family don′t get on
When I talk my mouth moves and it hurts
And the hope that I'm thinking of
Don′t come in plastic bags
And the hope that gets carried round
Don't come in any glass
And the hope that gets spoken of
Companies have not touched
When I′m gone
When I'm gone
When I′m gone
I don't have a tombstone here or over there
But it won't matter when I′m gone
When I read that I am like the grass
It′s such a short time, gee that sounds real strange
Little secrets creep up from the past
Checking out the new price tags in town
And the hope that I'm thinking of
Don′t come in plastic bags
And the hope that gets carried round
Don't come in any glass
And the hope that gets spoken of
Companies have not touched
When I′m gone
When I'm gone
When I′m gone
When I'm gone
When I'm gone
When I′m gone
When I′m gone
When I'm gone
When I′m dead and I'm stinking
Writer(s): Kim Richey, Chuck Prophet Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

