[ Featuring Brandi Carlile ]
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 preachin' on 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
Shakin' 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
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' (he walks right in)
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
