Who Will Save Your Soul
People living their lives for you on TVThey say they're better than you and you agreeHe 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 billAnother cute cheap thrillYou 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 themThe cops want someone to bust down on Orleans AvenueAnother day, another dollar, another war,Another tower went up, where the homeless had their homesSo we pray to as many different Gods as there are flowersBut we call religion our friendWe're so worried about saving our soulsAfraid that God will take His tollThat 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 killYou got social security, but that doesn't pay your billsThere are addictions to feed and there are mouths to paySo you bargain with the Devil, say you're OK for today,You say that you love them, take their money and runSay it's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those thingsThose flings, those strings you've got to cut,So get out on the streets, girls, and bust you 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?Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?