Dance with the Devil

Mama gets high on prescription pills
Daddy’s stone drunk and can’t pay the bills
Can’t seem to find a job in the promised land
Where dreams get tossed into a garbage can
Brothers there nodding from another binge
He’s got tracks on his arms and dirty syringe
He’s another lost zombified replica
In these United Narco States of America
You better hide
The devil is right outside
Waiting on your suicide
They say your last dance is a dance with the devil
Sisters outside working for her daily fix
She needs money so she’s turning tricks
She spends her days shooting up
And nights down on her knees
Another bun in the oven and another disease
Some will die and some will survive
On the streets of madness where the devil thrives
She’s another lost zombified replica
In these United Narco States of America