|Who Will Save Your Soul|
Pieces of You
People living their lives for you on TV,
They say they're better than you and you agree.
She says, "Hold my calls," from behind those cold, brick walls.
She says, "Come here, boy, there ain't nothin' for free."
Anther 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?
Oh, who will save your soul after all those lies that you told, boy?
And who will save your soulds if you won't save your own?
La da da da di da da la da da ya die.
We try to hustel 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 thier homes.
So we pray to as many diff'rent 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
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill.
Got social security, but that don't pay your bills.
There are addictions to feed and there are mouhts to pay,
So you bargain with the devil, but you're OK for today.
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 got to cut,
So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts."
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