I’m Gonna fight ’em Off
A Seven Nation Army couldn’t hold me back
They’re Gonna Rip it off
Taking there Time right behind my back
And I’m Talkin’ to myself at night
because I can’t forget
Back and forth through my mind
behind a cigarette
And the message coming from my eye
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 ya commin back my way
I’m gonna Sell it to you
And that ain’t what you want to hear
but that’s what I’ll do
And the feelin’ commin from my bones
says find a home
I’m goin’ to Witchita
Far from this opera for evermore
I’m gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I’m Bleedin, and I’m Bleeding, and I’m Bleedin,
Right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
and I will sing no more
And the stings commin from my blood
tell me go back home