Alan G.
Alan G. - Heckraiser lyrics
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Momma said you live and die by what you say Church-going, God-fearing families would always pay For a loose tongue - every word of craziness It could all get us some day I was just a squirt, and maybe I was 2 or 3 Out with momma â?? and shoppin' at the grocery Hot and tired, I yelled out a devil word The look that momma gave me Momma screamed, â??My son your mouthâ? Then gave a name to me She called me Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble does Momma yelled my name, it was: Heckraiser I just say stuff for fun Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble says Words always make a mess Heckraiser Her little son of a gun She said â??You're a heckraiser, sonâ? 3rd grade school room, had a friend whose name was Mark, Dressed like a bird in our play about Noah's Ark, Saw him standin' there in a big feathered suit, I said â??Hey Mark, you big duck!â? But that's not what came out or how it sounded Next thing I knew I was gettin' pounded 50 classmates on the stage and fightin' Momma sighed â??Boy, just shut up!â? She called me Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble does Momma yelled my name, it was: Heckraiser I don't wanna sound dumb Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble says Words always make a mess Heckraiser Her little son of a gun She said â??You're a heckraiser, sonâ? Weeks ago, lookin' cool with a Lucky Strike Snuck into the barn with a guy who said his name was Mike Started makin' out when he said he was in love, I said â??Whoa! I just wanna be friends.â? Didn't know I said the other F-word Mike threw a punch, the cigarette flew upward Barn caught fire, Cows and chickens all runnin' I knew my life had come to an end Momma was mad, saw her eyes lit up with flame I made up an excuse but she said â??Careful what you sayâ? Reminding me again: words are often cause for blame Then she grabbed me by the collar - called me by my favorite name Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble does Momma yelled my name, it was: Heckraiser I just say stuff for fun Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble says Words always make a mess Heckraiser Her little son of a gun She called me Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble does Momma yelled my name, it was: Heckraiser But I don't wanna sound dumb Heckraiser Trouble is as trouble says Words always make a mess Heckraiser Her little son of a gun She said â??You're a heckraiser, sonâ? Momma said, â??Son your mouth will never fit ya Careful whatcha say, cuz your words will always git yaâ? Aw Heck!