| People living their lives for you on T. V
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| They say they’re better than you and you agree
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| He says «Hold my calls from behind those cold brick walls»
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| Says «Come here boys, there ain’t nothing for free»
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| Another doctor’s bill, a lawyer’s bill
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| Another cute cheap thrill
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| You know you love him if you put in your will but
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| Who will save your soul
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| When it comes to the flowers now
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| Huh huh who will save your soul
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| After all the lies that you told, boy
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| And who will save your souls
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| If you won’t save your own?
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| We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them
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| The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue
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| Another day, another dollar, another war, another tower
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| Went up where the homeless had their homes
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| So we pray to as many different Gods as there are flowers
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| We call religion our friend
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| We’re so worried about saving our souls
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| Afraid that God will take his toll
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| That we forget to begin but
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| Who will save your soul
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| When it comes to the flowers now
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| Huh huh who will save your souls
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| After all the lies that you told, boy
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| And who will save your souls
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| If you won’t save your own?
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| Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking and kill
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| You got social security, but it doesn’t pay your bills
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| There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay
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| So we bargain with the devil, so evil, careful do they say
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| That you love them take your money and run
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| Say it’s been swell, sweetheart
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| But it was just one of those things
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| Those flings, those strings you’ve got to cut
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| So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts
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| Who will save your soul
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| When it comes to the flowers now
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| Huh huh who will save your soul
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| After all the lies that you told, boy
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| And who will save your soul
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| If you won’t save your own? |