Same Devil

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
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 we’re fightin' for scraps