I'm gonna fight 'em off 
seven nation army couldn't hold me back 
They're gonna rip it off 
Taking their 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 [bad word] #39; 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 [bad word] 
And if I catch [bad word] #39; 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 the [bad word] 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 
 
And the [bad word] #39; from my blood tell me "Go back home"...