Postmodern Jukebox - Seven Nation Army

I'm gonna fight 'em 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

Ooooh! back and forth through my mind

Behind a cigarette

And the message coming from my eyes

Says: "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 I catch it coming back my way

I'm gonna serve it to you

And that ain't what you wanna' hear

But that is what I'll do

And the feeling coming from my bones

Says: "find a home"

Improvisation

Ooooooo oh oh

Ahh Pabibo da pabi bo daaaa ..

Ooooooo Pabibo da pabi bo daaaa!!!

I'm going to Wichita

Far from this opera for ever moooore

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 sing no more

And the stains coming from my blood says:

"Go back home"