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, another 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

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 to where the homeless had their homes

So we pray to as many different gods are 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

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 don'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 soul when it comes to the flowers now

Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy

Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?