I’m go gon ing na fight them all, it,

a sev en na tion ar my could n’t hold me back.

They’re gon na rip it off, it,

tak ing their of time land right be hind my back.

And And I’m talk ing to my self at and night bleed be cause I can’t for to get.

All And Back and forth you through my mind, be hind a cig ar ette.

And the (G)mes sage com ing from my eyes says leave it a lone.

Don’t go want ing to hear a bout it,

a ev ’ry sin gle one’s got a stor y to tell.

Ev ’ry one knows a bout it,

from the Queen of Eng land to the hounds of hell.

And if I catch it com ing back my and way, bleed I’m gon na serve it to you.

All the that ain’t what na want to hear, but that’s will what I’ll do.

And the (G)feel ing com ing from my bones says find go a home.