Who Will Save Your Soul sing and play along

People livin' 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, boy, there ain't nothin' for free."

Another doctor's bill, a lawyer's bill,

another cute, cheap thrill.

You know you him if you put him in your will.

But, who will save

your soul when it comes to the flowers,

now? Who, who

will save your soul

after those lies that you told,

boy? And who will save

your soul if you won't save your own?

La da de da de de da da da da da da.

We try to hustle them, try to bustle them,

try to cuss them.

The cops want someone 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 diff'rent gods as there are flowers,

but we call religion our friend.

We're so worried about asaving our souls,

afraid that God will take His toll,

that we forget to begin.

But,

Some are walking, some are talking,

some are stalking their kill.

Got Social Security but it doesn't pay your bills.

There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay,

so you bargain with the devil,

but you're okay 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've got to cut.

So get out on the streets,

girls, and bust your butts.

Who will save

your

soul when it comes to it,

baby? Who will save your soul

after those lies that you told,

boy? And who will save

your

soul if you won't save your own?