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 catch you coming back my way I'm gonna sell it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear but that's what I'll do
And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home
I'm going to Wichita far from this opera forevermore
I'm gonna work 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 think no more
And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home
