Satan's Son

Been in so much trouble, I know

My mama wasn't proud of me, no, no

That's why I'm running away, yeah

I was stuck in my ways, yeah

I tried to stay out the way, uh-huh

They kept getting in my face

So I had to smack 'em up kinda like an outlaw

And when my mother dresses me

And when my mother addresses me

When I'm smelling nice

I know, I know, I know, I know

Like an outlaw

I wish I knew better

I was a fool when I was young

I hated school, really thought I was Satan's son

And then the cops arrested me

I called my mother and I told her not to tell my father

Please don't, oh

Kinda like an outlaw

Baby, oh, yeah