My uncle Ricky Sits next to me At my grandmother's funeral Says that he's married to Satan But Satan's a real pretty lady Who's havin' his kids At the end of the month. It's the first of the month Rent's coming up And I'm thinkin' bout Ricky And all of his babies And who my own Satan will be Who'll it be I think that it's just gonna be me. Is this Gonna kill me? I don't know, oh oh, oh oh But she's puttin' her pretty mouth on me. My mother says That we're all God's children But I know my mom And I sure Do know her? Is Satan Haven't heard him In a while But he still talks to Rick Knowin' better So I'm told Well you're movin' up And I'm movin' out And I'll happily build A whole house to fall down And I'll think of you partly When I am asleep And I'm sleeping a lot Just to be high. Is this Gonna help me? I don't know, oh oh, oh oh But you're turning your pretty back on me. Is this Gonna kill me? I don't know, oh oh, oh oh But you're turning your pretty back on me.