On my left shoulder                                                                                                      ­                                                     
I wear the devil                                                                                                                     ­                                               
Devious and grotesque                                                                                                             ­                                          
With all the tricks of the coyote                                                                                               ­                                          
He persuades me to do                                                                                                              ­                                         
All the polluted things                                                                                                                 ­                                       
That my human nature craves                                                                                                   ­                                       
Drinking, betting,                                                                                                                 ­                                              
Cussing, smoking,                                                                                                                ­                                               
*******!         ­                                                                                                                    ­                                                  
The obscurity of his darkness                                                                                               ­                                              
Calls to me                                                                                                                       ­                                                    
As a *******                                                                                                             ­                                                        
Calls to her john                                                                                           ­                                                                 ­      
On a filthy street corner                                                                                                ­                                                     
Imploring me to do my offenses                                                                                             ­                                          
And join him                                                                                                                            ­                                           
In the gloomy shadows of sin                                                                                               ­                                             


On my right shoulder
I wear an angel
All clad in colorless white
His mouth has been covered in duct tape
And his arms and legs
Bound by rope
He seldom speaks
Only mumbles words
That I cannot understand