Mama said you better watch your mouth

If you ain′t got nothin' nice to say

Just bat your eyes and keep it quietLoose 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