Mother Mary come 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 devils son and i wish i could be good i walk a crooked mile but i wish i could be good i wish i could be good
if i could have kept on the straight and narrow if i could have kept on the straight and narrow and not have broke your heart not have broke your heart
now i wake up in the night itÂŽs tugging at my arms and legs like i was a marionette