Alan G. – Heckraiser lyrics

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!