Texty písní Marcus Collins

Marcus Collins

Seven Nation Army

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 a message coming from my eyes says 'leave it alone'

No, leave it alone

Says leave it alone

Oh 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 if I catch you coming back my way

I'm gonna sell it to you, yeah

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'

Oh, find a home

Find a home

I'm gonna fight 'em off

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 better go back home!