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, a lawyer's bill

Another cute cheap thrill

You know you love him if you put in your will



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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, 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 saving our souls

Afraid that God will take His toll

That we forget to begin



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Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill

You got social security, but that 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 OK 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 you butts.



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