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 They can fall through my mind Behind a cigarette And the message coming from my eyes Is to 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 I guess you're coming round my way I'm gonna serve it to you And that ain't what you wanna hear But that's what I'll do And the feeling's coming from my bones As I fight it home Ooh, better be, better be, better be a Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh I'm gonna wish it up Far from this opera forevermore I'm gonna work the straw And make the sweat drip out of every pore And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding Rising for the Lord All the words are gonna bleed from me And I will speak them out loud And the scent's coming from my blood And it's coming from Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, better be Ooh