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 doneAnd

I never hear a single word you say

When you tell me not to have my fun

It’s the same old **** 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've done what

I feelIt 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 elseand

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 roads wind the way they do