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
