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 wanna 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 you coming 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 a feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home.

I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera forevermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore.

And I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding
And I'm bleeding right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will think no more.

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): John Anthony White