Something about the wrinkle in your forehead tells me thereжЉЇ a fit about to get thrown
If we get the van out of the ditch before morning ainжЉ° 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
ItжЉЇ the same old shit that I ainжЉ° gonna take off anyone
And I donжЉ° need to be forgiven by them people in the neighborhood
When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye
and said ж?љaw, we just ainжЉ° 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 itжЉЇ growing up mean and strong
When you tell me that itжЉЇ getting a little bit tight, ainжЉ° the first time I been outgrown
And IжЉ¦ gonna push a little harder
She ainжЉ° revved till the rods are thrown
I ж†Ђl walk away

And I donжЉ° need to be forsaken by you or anybody else
and I never had a shortage of people tryinto 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