And the feelin' comin' from my bones says find a home..

I'm gonna fight 'em 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 talkin' to myself at night,
Because I can't forget.
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette.

And the message coming from my eye
Says leave it alone.

Oh, leave it alone.

Leave it alone.

Uh huh.

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 ya comin' 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 feelin' comin' from my bones
Says find a home.

Yeah, find a home.

Umm, umm, find a home.

I'm goin' to Witchita,
Far from this opera forevermore.
I'm gonna work the straw,
Make the sweat drip out of every pore.

And I'm bleedin' and I'm bleeding and I'm bleedin'
Right b'fore the Lord.
An' all the words are gonna bleed from me
And I will sing no more.

And the stains comin' from my blood
Say go back home..

Oh go back..

Oh yeah go home..


Go back home.



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