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 walls cold.
The Boss 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 souls when it comes to the flowers now
Who will save your souls after all the lies that you told, boy
Who will save your souls 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 to where the homeless had their 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
Who will save your souls when it comes to the berries now
Who will save your souls after all the lies that you told, boy
Who will save your souls if you won't save your own?
La da de da...
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
Got social security, but that it doesn't pay your bills
There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay
So you bargain with the Devil, say you're o.k. for today,
You 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've got to cut,
So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts.
Who will save your souls when it comes to it baby
Who will save your souls after all the lies that you told, boy
Who will save your souls if you won't save your own?
La da de da...
