Hell You Raised

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