| Song | Heathens |
| Artist | Drive-By Truckers |
| Album | Decoration Day |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 doneAnd | |
| 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've done what | |
| I feelIt 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 elseand | |
| 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 roads wind the way they do |
| 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 doneAnd | |
| 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' ve done what | |
| I feelIt 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 elseand | |
| 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 roads wind the way they do |
| 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 doneAnd | |
| 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' ve done what | |
| I feelIt 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 elseand | |
| 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 roads wind the way they do |