There’s a guy sellin’ baggies by a telephone pole
To a dime bag girl who’s gonna sell her soul
On a corner, ’round the corner from where her mama sits
Waitin’ on a call she hopes she never gets
And there’s a boy by a locker, white knuckles, his bag
Hopin’ that bully picks that other fag
Hidin’ in the closet, playin’ pretend
For a Sunday mornin’ sermon
Daddy preaching’ on a sin
Same train
Different track
Different mama
Same heart attack
Same bullet
Different gun
Different cross
Same son
Same hell
Different levels
Different demons (different demons)
Same devil
There’s a suit wearin’ snake with a million dollar smile
Shaking’ hands with a rat just across the aisle
You voted for the snake, and I voted for the rat
They’re rollin’ in the dough, and we’re fightin’ for scraps
And it’s
Same crazy
Different brain
Different drug
Same vein
Same bottle
Different proof
Different lie
Same old truth
Everybody got some kind of hell
Just different levels
Different demons (different demons)
Same devil
He don’t knock, he walks right in (he don’t knock)
And if you’re not watchin’, you’ll run right into him
Same wrong
Different right
Different tunnel
Same bright light
Everybody lookin’ for God on every level
Different demons (different demons)
Same damn devil
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