| 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 |