I'm Gonna fight 'em Off 
A 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 message coming from my eye 
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 ya commin 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 feelin' commin from my bones 
says find a home 

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 stings commin from my blood
tell me go back home