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 talking to myself at night
 Because I can't 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 a [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] from my blood
 tell me "go back home"