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