I'm gonna 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 cigarette And the message coming from my eyes Says leave it alone
Don't want to hear about it Every single ones 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 thats 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 straw Make the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding Right before my 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
Compositor: John Anthony White ECAD: Obra #1036786 Fonograma #814020