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 brock 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 soul when it comes to the flowers, 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?
La, da, di, da, di, da, di, da, da, da, yeah, da.
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, anothher 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-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 vet'rans, 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?
La, da, di, da, di, da, di, da, da, da, yeah, da.
Solo q naum consegui tirar
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking 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 O.K. for today.
Say that you love me; take their money and run.
Say, it's been swell, sweet-heart, but it was just one of those things.
Those flings, those strings you got to cut.
So get out on the streets, girls, and bast your butts.
Who will save, save your soul when it comes to the vet'ran?
Who will save your souls, those lies that you told, boy?
And who will save, save your soul when you won't save your own?
