Mama said you better watch your mouth
If you ain't got nothin' nice to say
Just bat your eyes and keep it quiet
Loose lip sink ships every day
Don't be coming home late from a night out drinking
Sneaking up the back porch steps
'Cause there's a .44 laying on the bedside table
And it ain't missed anything yet
Mama tried
But some things just can't be saved
And I know mama's cried
Watching her baby girl slip away
I'm the head heathen
The sole reason your pretty little heart's been broke
And you know I
I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know
You can take the credit
You can take the blame
But mama, I'm the hell you raised
There's always an apple on the family tree
That's got a few more bruises than the rest
Mama tried to shine it up real nice
But she can still throw it down with the best
Her American spirit runs deeper than you think
At the end of a real long day
You can smell it on her breath when she walks in
And I'm a cigarette from the same tray
I'm the head heathen
The sole reason your pretty little heart's been broke
And you know I
I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know
You can take the credit
You can take the blame
But mama, I'm the hell you raised
Oh, yeah
Mama tried
To keep the fire from burning me
But it was a waste of time
I come by it honestly
I'm the head heathen
The sole reason your pretty little heart's been broke
You know I
I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know
I'm the head heathen
The sole reason your pretty little heart's been broke
And you know I
I don't mean to get into the trouble I've come to know
You can take the credit
You can take the blame
Ain't no denying, we're the same
So you can take the credit
Or you can take the blame
But mama, I'm the hell you raised
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