I'm going to fight them 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 cigarrette.

And the message coming from my eyes
Says me to 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 it coming 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 feelling coming from my bones
Says me to find a home.

I'm going to Which talk
Far from this opera for evermore
I'm gonna work the straw
Make the sweat trip from every poor
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 stains coming from my blood
Tell me to go back home.