Alan G. - Heckraiser Lyrics
Momma said you live and die by what you sayChurch-going, God-fearing families would always payFor a loose tongue - every word of crazinessIt could all get us some dayI was just a squirt, and maybe I was 2 or 3Out with momma – and shoppin’ at the groceryHot and tired, I yelled out a devil wordThe look that momma gave meMomma screamed, “My son your mouth”Then gave a name to meShe called meHeckraiserTrouble is as trouble doesMomma yelled my name, it was:HeckraiserI just say stuff for funHeckraiserTrouble is as trouble saysWords always make a messHeckraiserHer little son of a gunShe said “You’re a heckraiser, son”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“Hey Mark, you big duck!”But that’s not what came out or how it soundedNext thing I knew I was gettin’ pounded50 classmates on the stage and fightin’Momma sighed “Boy, just shut up!”She called meHeckraiserTrouble is as trouble doesMomma yelled my name, it was:HeckraiserI don’t wanna sound dumbHeckraiserTrouble is as trouble saysWords always make a messHeckraiserHer little son of a gunShe said “You’re a heckraiser, son”Weeks ago, lookin’ cool with a Lucky StrikeSnuck into the barn with a guy who said his name was MikeStarted makin’ out when he said he was in love, I said“Whoa! I just wanna be friends.”Didn’t know I said the other F-wordMike threw a punch, the cigarette flew upwardBarn caught fire, Cows and chickens all runnin’I knew my life had come to an endMomma was mad, saw her eyes lit up with flameI made up an excuse but she said “Careful what you say”Reminding me again: words are often cause for blameThen she grabbed me by the collar - called me by my favorite nameHeckraiserTrouble is as trouble doesMomma yelled my name, it was:HeckraiserI just say stuff for funHeckraiserTrouble is as trouble saysWords always make a messHeckraiserHer little son of a gunShe called meHeckraiserTrouble is as trouble doesMomma yelled my name, it was:HeckraiserBut I don’t wanna sound dumbHeckraiserTrouble is as trouble saysWords always make a messHeckraiserHer little son of a gunShe said “You’re a heckraiser, son”Momma said, “Son your mouth will never fit yaCareful whatcha say, cuz your words will always git ya”Aw Heck!
