Lyrics

Maybe mama made me, maybe mama tried
Maybe I was the rotten apple of her eye
I was born to raise hell and it was hell that raised me
Under the Good Lords preachin’ and the Holy See
Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was sin
Or Maybe mama tried until I let the devil in

Mama tried to save me, but then my mama died
Left me with the crazies, left me here to cry
It was straying from the narrow path,
Both legs open wide
I was drinkin’ the whore of Babylon until her cup ran dry
It’s maybe I’m a good man, and maybe I am fine
Or maybe I am all the things I ate along the ride

Heaven sent us here to die, with his saints and Jesus Christ
We raise up kings to kill the poor, burning Eve to please the Lord

Father up in heaven, rose up from the dirt,
And spit into the nostrils of my daddy on this earth
And I tried to run and hide when evil came my way
But I ran into the arms of the angels of decay
And maybe it was the LSD and maybe it was smoke
Or maybe mama tried until I traded her for dope

Mama tried to save me, but then my mama died
Left me with the crazies, left me here to cry
And it was straying from the narrow path,
Both legs open wide
It was drink the whore of Babylon until her cup ran dry
And just maybe I’m a good man, and maybe I am fine
Or maybe I am all the things I ate along the ride

Heaven sent us here to die, with his saints and Jesus Christ
We raise up Kings to kill the poor, burning Eve to please the Lord


Heaven sent us here to die, with his saints and Jesus Christ
We raise up Kings to kill the poor, burning Eve to please the Lord