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.