I'm gonna fight 'em all, 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 you coming back my way, I'm going to 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 bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding right before my Lord.
All the words are going to bleed from me, and I will sing no more.
And the stains coming from my blood tell me 'go back home'...