"Wicked Child" . . .

mother mary come to me
cause 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 devils 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

Stop whispering
Start shouting
Stop whispering
Start shouting

And my mother say we spit on you son some more
And the buildings say we spit on your face some more
And the feeling is, that there's something wrong
Because i can't find the words and i can't find the songs

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