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E             E G E D C B 
I'm gonna fight 'em off,  
B              E          E G E D C       B 
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back. 
B            E         E G E D C B 
Their gonna rip it off,  
B            E    E  G  E  D  C         B 
Taking their time right behind my back. 
B   E       E    G    E    D    C            B             E E G E D C B 
And I'm talking to myself at night because I can't forget. 
E    E     G    E   D   C              B           E E G E D C B 
Back and forth through my mind, behind a cigarette.   
 
(Pre/Post - Chorus:) 
G                               A 
And the message comming from my eyes, says leave it alone. 
 
(Verse 2:) 
B          E E G E D C       B 
Don't want to hear about it,  
B            E  E G E D C             B 
Every single ones got a story to tell. 
B           E E G E D C B 
Everyone knows about it,  
B                 E   E  G  E  D  C             B 
From the queen of England to the hounds of hell. 
B      E    E   G   E  D      C                          
And if I catch you comming back my way,  
C              B              E E G E D C B 
I'm going to serve it to you. 
B         E   E     G   E    D     C  B                E E G E D C  B 
And that ain't what you want to hear, but that's what I'll do. 
 
(Pre/Post - Chorus:) 
G                              A 
And the feeling coming from my bones, says find a home. 
 
(Verse 3) 
E             E G E D C B 
I'm going to Witchita,  
B         E    E  G  E  D  C          B 
Far from this opera and for ever more. 
B             E           E  G E D C B 
I'm going to work the straw,  
B               E   E G E D C         B 
Make the sweat drip out of every pour. 
B             E        E     G     E         
And I'm bleedin', and I'm bleedin',  
E      D     C          B              E E G E D C B 
And I'm bleeding right before the lord. 
E       E     G      E      D          C                    
All the words are going to bleed from me,  
B                        E E G E D C B 
And I will think no more. 
 
(Pre/Post-Chorus) 
G                              A 
And the stains comming from my blood, says go back home.