(The White Stripes)
I'm gonna fight 'em off
						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
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 it 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 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"