I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army
couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right
behind my back
And I'm talking
to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through
my mind
Behind a cigarette
And a message coming from
my eyes says leave it alone
Don't want to hear
about it
Every single one's
got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England
to the hounds of Hell
And if I catch it coming
back my way
I'm gonna serve it to you
And that ain't what
you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And a feeling coming from
my bones says find a home
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera
forever more
I'm going to work the straw
Make the sweat drip
out of every pore
And I'm pleading and I'm
pleading and I'm pleading
Right before the Lord
All the words are going
to bleed from me
And I will think no more
And the stains coming from
my blood tell me
go back home
