I'm Gonna fight 'em Off
Seven Nation Army couldn't hold me back
They're Gonna Rip it off
Taking there 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] from my eye
says leave it alone

I'm goin' to Witchita
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore

And I'm Bleedin, and I'm Bleeding, and I'm Bleedin,
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