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 Im talking to myself at night because I cant forget
Back and forth through my mind behind a cigarette

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 forever more
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 sing no more
And the [bad word] from my blood tell me go back home