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 boys
There ain't nothing 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 soul
When it comes to the flowers now?
Who will save your soul
After all the lies that you told, boy?
And who will save your soul
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
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
But who will save your soul
When it comes to the flowers now?
Who will save your soul
After all the lies that you told, boy?
And who will save your soul
If you won't save your own?
Some are walking, some are talking
Some are stalking their kill
You got social security
But that 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
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 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?
And who will save your soul
If you won't save your own?