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
Leave it alone
Leave it alone
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
Find a home
Find a home
Find a home...
I'm gonna fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off...
And a feeling coming from my bones
Says find a home
Find a home
Go back home
Go back home...
You'd better go back home...
compositores: JACK WHITE, WHITE JOHN ANTHONY
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