I'm going to fight them 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 talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarrette.

And the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
And if I catch [bad word] 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 for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat trip from 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] from my blood
Tell me go back home.