Hatfield

Help I've been detained By these mountains that so poorly raised me Burned out huffing gasoline The redneck that I'm supposed to be Fuck that I'm stronger than my history The pride is instilled in me In pesticide I hide These West Virginia hills can't sedate me Kill your family tree, this soil is diseased My will is broken The black lungs have swallowed me Viva Villa! Long live the picket line in me You want a war you've got one You want a state with poverty Remember 1882 because there is no excuse Excuses are just tools of incompetence Used to build monuments of nothingness And those who specialized in the uses Seldom achieve anything Excuses are just tools of incompetence Used to build monuments of nothingness And those who specialized in the uses Seldom achieve anything but excuses