half a measure of a Dsus chord.
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 covered crosses
come here boy... 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
CHROUS: Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower
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
CHROUS
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their
kill... you get 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, 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.
CHROUS
