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.