Mother [bad word] to me
For I am a wicked child
I have sinned and I am so confused and
I am a wicked child
I am a wicked child

I am the devil's son and
I wish I could be good for you
I walk a crooked mile
But I wish I could be good
I wish I could be good

If I could have kept the straight and narrow
If I could have kept the straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart
Not have broke your heart

Now I wake up in the night
Lying on my bed
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette

Send baby Jesus
Surely it is time
Send baby Jesus
Let him radiate his light
Radiate his light