One, two, three, four.
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 Devil's son
And I wish I could be good,
I walk a crooked mile
And I wish I could be good,
I wish I could be good.
If I could have kept on a straight and narrow,
If I could have kept on a straight and narrow
And not have broke your heart,
Not have broke your heart.
Now I wake up in the night,
It's tugging at my arms and legs
Like I was a marionette.
Send baby Jesus
To radiate his light,
To radiate his light.