People living their lives for you on TV They say they're better than you and you agree He says "Hold my calls from behind those cold brick walls" Says "Come here boys, there ain't nothing for free" Another doctor's bill, a lawyer's bill Another cute cheap thrill You know you love him if you put in your will
Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?
We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower Went up where the homeless had their homes So we pray to as many different gods as there are flowers We call religion our friend We're so worried about saving our souls Afraid that God will take his toll That we forget to begin
Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill You got social security, but that don't pay your bills There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay So you bargain with the Devil, say you're okay for today You say you love them take your money and run Say it's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things Those flings, those strings you've got to cut So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts
Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy And who will save your soul if you won't save your own?
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