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 just 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 trying 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