Hatfield

Help I've been detainedBy these mountains that so poorly raised meBurned out huffing gasolineThe redneck that I'm spose to beFuck that I'm stronger than my historyIn pesticide I hideThese West Virginia hills can't sedate meKill your family tree, this soil is diseasedMy will is brokenThe black lungs have swallowed meViva Villa Long live the picket line in meYou want a war you've got oneYou want a state with povertyRemember 1882 because there is no excuseExcuses are just tools of incompetenceUsed to build monuments of nothingnessAnd those who specialize in the usesSeldom achieve anythingExcuses are just tools of incompetenceUsed to build monuments of nothingnessAnd those who specialize in the usesSeldom achieve anything but excuses