Im just a wayward weary child Who never learned his right from wrong And simple life was far too mild To put into this little song I grew up takin drugs and stealing From my local pharmacy And by thirteen i started dealing This world just wasnt made for me Im wretched Wretched Wretched Wretched I just cannot be satisfied I guess im doomed to learn my lesson Long after ive already died My father tried to kick the habit That plagued him all his adult days But he passed it on with careful practice And in his strands of DNA Now aint i just the spittin portrait Aint that the cloth from which im cut And ifn i get that fame and fortune Yeah ill just probably fuck it up Cause im wretched Wretched Wretched Wretched I just cannot be satisfied I guess im doomed to learn my lesson Long after ive already died Oh Im just a wayward weary child Who never learned his right from wrong And simple life was far too mild To put into this little song