Who Will Save Your Soul
People living their lives for you on TV
They say they're better than you and you agree
She says, "Hold my calls," from behind those cold, brick walls
Says, "Come here, boy, there ain't nothin' for free."
Another doctor's bill, a lawyer's bill, another cute cheap thrill.
You know you love him if you put him in your will, but
Who will save your soul, when it comes to the flowers, now?
Who will save your soul after all those lies that you told, boy?
And who will save your souls if you won't save your own?
We try to hustle 'em, try to bustle 'em, try to cuss 'em
The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue
Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower
Went up where the homeless had thier homes
So we pray to as many different gods as there are flowers
But 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, but
Who will save your soul, when it comes to the flowers, now?
Who will save your soul after all those lies that you told, boy?
And who will save your souls if you won't save your own?
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
Got social security, but that don't pay her bills
There are addictions to feed and there are mouhts to pay
So you bargain with the devil, but you're ok for today
Say that you love them, take their money and run
Say, "It's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things
Those flings, those strings you got to cut
So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts"
Who will save your soul, when it comes to the flowers, now?
Oh, who will save your soul after all those lies that you told, boy?
And who will save your souls if you won't save your own?
Who Will Save Your Soul
People living their lives for you on TV
They say they're better than you and you agree
She says, "Hold my calls," from behind those cold, brick walls
Says, "Come here, boy, there ain't nothin' for free."
Another doctor's bill, a lawyer's bill, another cute cheap thrill.
You know you love him if you put him in your will, but
Who will save your soul, when it comes to the flowers, now?
Who will save your soul after all those lies that you told, boy?
And who will save your souls if you won't save your own?
We try to hustle 'em, try to bustle 'em, try to cuss 'em
The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue
Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower
Went up where the homeless had thier homes
So we pray to as many different gods as there are flowers
But 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, but
Who will save your soul, when it comes to the flowers, now?
Who will save your soul after all those lies that you told, boy?
And who will save your souls if you won't save your own?
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
Got social security, but that don't pay her bills
There are addictions to feed and there are mouhts to pay
So you bargain with the devil, but you're ok for today
Say that you love them, take their money and run
Say, "It's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things
Those flings, those strings you got to cut
So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts"
Who will save your soul, when it comes to the flowers, now?
Oh, who will save your soul after all those lies that you told, boy?
And who will save your souls if you won't save your own?