Heathens

Something about the wrinkle in your forehead tells me there’s a fit about to get thrown

If we get the van out of the ditch before morning ain’t nobody got to know what I done

And I never hear a single word you say when you tell me not to have my fun

It’s the same old shit that I ain’t gonna take off anyone.

And I don’t need to be forgiven by them people in the neighborhood

When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye

and said “Paw, we just ain’t no good”.

We were Heathens in their eyes at the time, I guess I am just a Heathen still

and I never have repented from the wrongs that they say I have done

I done what I feel.

It was a difficult delivery, now it’s growing up mean and strong

When you tell me that it’s getting a little bit tight, ain’t the first time I been outgrown

And I’m gonna push a little harder

She ain’t revved till the rods are thrown

I ‘ll walk away

And I don’t need to be forsaken by you or anybody else

and I never had a shortage of people tryin’ to warn me about the dangers I pose to myself.

Heathens.

These times can take their toll sometimes and I know you feel the same way too

It gets so hard to keep between the ditches

when the roads wind the way they do.