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 ya�
Aw Heck!
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Language: English

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