Save Your Soul

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 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
Now, 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 their homes
So we pray to as many different gods
As there are flowers


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