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 it 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 feeling coming from my bones says find a home
I’m going to Wichita
Far from this opera forever more
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 comin’ from my blood tell me go back home