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 talkin' to myself at night
  Because I can't forget
  Back and forth through my mind
  Behind a cigarette
    And the message comin' from my eyes says leave it alone...
    Don't wanna 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 serve 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 find a home...
    I'm going to Wichita
  Far from this opera for evermore
  I'm gonna work the saw
  Make a 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 stains comin' from my blood tell me "Go back home"...
        [ Thanks Picilla for correction ]