It's All the Same

They rolled up on the scene, like John Wayne
We was makin' love and smokin' cocaine
They kicked the door in, callin' my name
But all and all and all it’s all the same
My orange jumpsuit has an elbow that’s grey
They feed me cold oatmeal and pink lemonade
I called the lawyer but the lawyer was gone
I called my mother and she hanged up the phone
She said, «Oooh, my son givin' me shame»
But oooh Mama, it’s all the same
I’m feelin' sacred, still thinkin' profane
But all and all and all it’s all the same