Hatfield - Byzantine

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