Heathens

Something about the wrinkle in your forehead
Tells me theres a fit about to get thrown
If we get the van out of the ditch before morning
Aint nobody got to know what I doneAnd I never hear a single word you say
When you tell me not to have my fun
Its the same old shit that
I aint gonna take off anyoneAnd I dont 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 aint no goodWe 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 its growing up mean and strong
When you tell me that its getting a little bit tight
Aint the first time I been outgrown and Im gonna push a little harder
She aint revved till the rods are thrown Ill walk awayAnd I dont 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, heathensThese 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