Lyrics

Culture ain’t a friend of mine
Watched it waste away
Poisoned by the headlines
Truth gets traded every day
Leave me be and I’ll do me
Drop your rules out at the door
I’m better off without your game
I ain’t playing anymore

I’m wearing scars like tattoos
6 gun tends to smoke
I’m standing in the wreckage
While the whole damn world went broke

I’m a heathen… I’m still breathing
Breathing in this air
Crippled by the hands of time
Only because I care
Done a hundred dirty jobs
Called every kind of name
Praying for some better days
You ought to do the same
Yeah, I’m a heathen… still breathing

Some jobs they say are made for men
Never found one made for me
Every road I ever traveled
Led to chains I couldn’t see
Boss man talking freedom
While he keeps you on your knees
I’d rather starve out on my feet
Than live begging “yes sir” please

I’m a heathen… I’m still breathing
Breathing in this air
Crippled by the hands of time
Only because I care
Done a hundred dirty jobs
Called every kind of name
Praying for some better days
You ought to do the same
Yeah I’m a heathen… still breathing

A rundown shack beside the tracks
A six-string on the wall
A woman dancing barefoot
While the summer rain falls
I don’t need your silver towers
Or your shiny fantasy
What I got and who I love
Is rich enough for me

I’m a heathen… still breathing
Still breathing through the pain
A hard life couldn’t break me
And the years won’t leave a stain
Done a lifetime’s worth of hard roads
Still burning like a flame
Holding on to better times
In the days that still remain
Yeah I’m a heathen…
Still breathing…
Still breathing…