I'm gonna fight them all. 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 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, alone, alone, alone, alone, alone, leave it 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 catch you 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 bones says find a home, home, home, home, home, home, home. I'm going to Wichita. I'm going to Wichita.