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

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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

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