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.