When I'm Gone
You tell me jump, and I just smile
You tell me run, I run a mile
You tell me go to hell, well I'll give it a try
But I don't like the dry heat much
You make my life a misery
You suck the happy out of me
You make me weep before I go to sleep
But I'm not getting much these days
You won't get off my funking back
You crack the whip and dig your
Spurs into my flanks, and I say
"Thanks" sarcastically but what I mean is
Find yourself another
Stupid motherfunker
Sick of dancing to your
Rancid tune and so I'm
Making plans for my
Escape, I'm getting out
I hope you miss me when I'm
Gone
I've had a go, I've tried to be
The man you seem to want to see
But I don't believe that anyone
Can match your wishes to a T
That kind of Saint is just a dream
A man with patience so extreme
He'd make Mahatma Gandhi look like
A messed up psycho speed freak
And I'm just sick of being seen
As an excuse for a human being
It seems you need to look elsewhere
Well I don't care now
Find yourself another
Stupid motherfunker
Sick of dancing to your
Rancid tune and so I'm
Making plans for my
Escape, I'm getting out
I hope you miss me when I'm gone
So it's time for me to bid you Adieu
We'll both be better off, believe me, I'm sure
And when you realise exactly what you've lost
Don't do the same next time
With the next in line
Just be more kind
Don't shed a tear, don't waste your words
Nothing you say or do will
Turn this ship around, too late to
Learn your lesson, find compassion
Don't try to saddle me with guilt
This is a construct that you built
All by yourself with bricks of hate
And now you see the cracks too late
You've had your chance, you could have changed
But hey I understand your pain
It must be tough to always be
The one who's right eternally
Find yourself another
Stupid motherfunker
Sick of dancing to your
Rancid tune and so I'm
Making plans for my
Escape, I'm getting out
I hope you miss me when I'm gone
WeIl I hope you miss me when I'm gone
Yeah I hope you miss me when I'm gone
You tell me run, I run a mile
You tell me go to hell, well I'll give it a try
But I don't like the dry heat much
You make my life a misery
You suck the happy out of me
You make me weep before I go to sleep
But I'm not getting much these days
You won't get off my funking back
You crack the whip and dig your
Spurs into my flanks, and I say
"Thanks" sarcastically but what I mean is
Find yourself another
Stupid motherfunker
Sick of dancing to your
Rancid tune and so I'm
Making plans for my
Escape, I'm getting out
I hope you miss me when I'm
Gone
I've had a go, I've tried to be
The man you seem to want to see
But I don't believe that anyone
Can match your wishes to a T
That kind of Saint is just a dream
A man with patience so extreme
He'd make Mahatma Gandhi look like
A messed up psycho speed freak
And I'm just sick of being seen
As an excuse for a human being
It seems you need to look elsewhere
Well I don't care now
Find yourself another
Stupid motherfunker
Sick of dancing to your
Rancid tune and so I'm
Making plans for my
Escape, I'm getting out
I hope you miss me when I'm gone
So it's time for me to bid you Adieu
We'll both be better off, believe me, I'm sure
And when you realise exactly what you've lost
Don't do the same next time
With the next in line
Just be more kind
Don't shed a tear, don't waste your words
Nothing you say or do will
Turn this ship around, too late to
Learn your lesson, find compassion
Don't try to saddle me with guilt
This is a construct that you built
All by yourself with bricks of hate
And now you see the cracks too late
You've had your chance, you could have changed
But hey I understand your pain
It must be tough to always be
The one who's right eternally
Find yourself another
Stupid motherfunker
Sick of dancing to your
Rancid tune and so I'm
Making plans for my
Escape, I'm getting out
I hope you miss me when I'm gone
WeIl I hope you miss me when I'm gone
Yeah I hope you miss me when I'm gone
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Writer(s): Dave Greaves
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