i'm gonna fight 'em off,
a 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 message coming 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 hell
and if i catch you comin' back my way,
i'm gonna sell it to you
and that ain't what you want to hear,
but that's what i'll do
and the feeling coming from my bones says mind your own

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 bleedin' and i'm bleedin'
and i'm bleedin' right before the lord
all the words are gonna bleed from me
and i will sing no more
and the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home