I'm gonna fight them off, a seven nation army couldn't hold me back, they 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. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. 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 can't keep coming back my way, I'm gonna sell it to you. And that is what you want to hear, but that's what I'll do. And the feeling coming from my bones says, Final Halt! Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh. I'm going to Wichita. Far from this opera forevermore. I'm gonna wrap the straw. Make the 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 sing no more. And the sting's coming from my blood. It's time to go back home.