I’m going to Wichita

Far from this opera for evermore

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 think no more

And the stains coming from my blood

Tell me go back home.  (The White Stripesek kantatua eta hamaika eztarri mozkorrek tarareatuta)