Who Will Save Your Soul

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 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 those lies that you told, boy?

And who will save your souls

If you won't save your own?

We try to hustle them, 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 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 a-savin' our souls

Afraid that God will take his toll

That we forget to begin, but

Who will save your souls

When it comes to the babies now?

Who will save your souls

After those lies that you told, boy?

And who will save your souls

If you won't save your own?

Some are walkin', some are talkin', some are stalkin' 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 OK for today

Say that you love me, take that 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 the baby?

Who will save your souls

Those lies that you told, boy?

And who will save your souls

If you won't save your own?

They'll tell you about that

Bide your time

Just, bide your time, baby