Heathens

Something 'bout the wrinkle in your forehead

Tells me there's a fit 'bout to get thrown

If we get the van out of the ditch before morning

Ain't nobody gotta know 'bout 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

You 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 for the wrongs you say I've done

I done what I feel

It was a difficult delivery

Now he'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 now I'm gonna push a little harder

She ain't revved till the rods are thrown

And 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

The dangers I pose to myself

Heathens

And these times can take their toll sometimes

And I know you feel the same way too

It just gets so hard to keep between the ditches

When the roads wind the way they do