Hard-Fi Follow

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 sell 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 forevermore
I'm gonna work this through
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 sing no more

And the stains coming from my blood
Tell me, "Go back home"
Tell me, "Go back home"
Go back home
Tell me, "Go back home"

A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off