Lyrics:

Something about the wrinkle in your forehead tells me there抯 a fit about to get thrown
If we get the van out of the ditch before morning ain抰 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抯 the same old shit that I ain抰 gonna take off anyone.
And I don抰 need to be forgiven by them people in the neighborhood
When we first hooked up, you looked me in the eye
And said 揚aw, we just ain抰 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抯 growing up mean and strong
When you tell me that it抯 getting a little bit tight, ain抰 the first time I been outgrown
And I抦 gonna push a little harder
She ain抰 revved till the rods are thrown
I 憀l walk away

And I don抰 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.