I'm

gon-

na

fight

'em

off

Se-

ven

na-

tion

ar-

my

could-

n't

hold

me

back

They're

gon-

na

rip

it

off

Ta-

kin'

their

time

right

be-

hind

my

back

And

I'm

tal-

kin'

to

my-

self

at

night

Be-

cause

I

can't

for-

get

Back

and

forth

through

my

mind

Be-

hind

a

ci-

ga-

rette

And

the

mes-

sage

co-

min'

from

my

eyes

Says,

"Leave

it

a-

lone"

Don't

wan-

na

hear

a-

bout

it

E-

very

sing-

le

one's

got

a

sto-

ry

to

tell

E-

very-

one

knows

a-

bout

it

From

the

Queen

of

Eng-

land

to

the

Hounds

of

Hell

And

if

I

catch

it

co-

ming

back

my

way

I'm

gon-

na

sell

it

to

you

And

that

ain't

what

you

want

to

hear

But

that's

what

I'll

do

And

the

fee-

ling's

co-

min'

from

my

bones

It

says,

"Find

a

home"

I'm

goin'

to

Wic-

hi-

ta

Far

from

this

o-

pe-

ra

fo-

re-

ver-

more

I'm

gon-

na

work

the

straw

Make

the

sweat

drip

out

of

e-

ve-

ry

pore

And

I'm

blee-

ding

and

I'm

blee-

ding

and

I'm

blee-

ding

Right

be-

fore

the

Lord

All

the

words

are

gon-

na

bleed

from

me

And

I

will

sing

no

more

And

the

stains

co-

min'

from

my

blood

It

tells

me,

"Go

back

home"

Go

back

home