Heckraiser Lyrics - Singles - Alan G.

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 - and shoppin' at the grocery 

Hot and tired, I yelled out a devil word 

The look that momma gave me 

Momma screamed, "My son your mouth" 

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 "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 sounded 

Next thing I knew I was gettin' pounded 

50 classmates on the stage and fightin' 

Momma sighed "Boy, just shut up!" 

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 "You're a heckraiser, son" 

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 

"Whoa! I just wanna be friends." 

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 "Careful what you say" 

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 "You're a heckraiser, son" 

Momma said, "Son your mouth will never fit ya 

Careful whatcha say, cuz your words will always git ya" 

Aw Heck!