Something about the wrinkle in your forehead tells me thereæ¯ a fit about to get thrown
If we get the van out of the ditch before morning ainæ° 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
Itæ¯ the same old shit that I ainæ° gonna take off anyone.
And I donæ° need to be forgiven by them people in the neighborhood
When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye
And said æaw, we just ainæ° 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 itæ¯ growing up mean and strong
When you tell me that itæ¯ getting a little bit tight, ainæ° the first time I been outgrown
And Iæ¦ gonna push a little harder
She ainæ° revved till the rods are thrown
I æl walk away
And I donæ° need to be forsaken by you or anybody else
And I never had a shortage of people tryinto 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.