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