I'm gonna fight them off, I said the 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, backing forth through my mind behind a cigarette, and a message
coming from my eyes is leaving 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 if I can't see coming 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 feeling coming from my voice says find your home.
I'm gonna win you, I'm gonna win you, I'm gonna win you.
I'm gonna witch it all, far from this opera forever more.
I'm gonna work this job, 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 think no more
And the stains coming from my blood
So let's go back home
