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

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 you coming back my way I’m gonna serve it to you
And that aint what she wants to hear, but that’s what I’ll do

And the feeling coming from my bones says find a home

I’m going to Witchita, far from this opera forever more
I’m gonna work this jaw, make the sweat drip out of every pore

And I’m bleedin, and I’m bleedin, and I’m bleedin right before the Lord
All the words are gonna bleed from me and I will think no more

And the steam coming from my blood tells me go back home