People living their lives for you on TV
They say they're better than you and you agree
He says, "Hold my calls for me I must go"
Boss says, "Come here boys, there ain't nothing for free"
Another doctor's bill, another lawyer's bill
Another cute cheap thrill
You know you love him if you put in your will, but
CHORUS:
Who will save your soul when it comes to the flowers now?
Who will save your soul after all this shit stops nigga those 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 some old bus 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 God's 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
CHORUS:
Who will save your soul when it comes to the babies now?
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?
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
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 o.k. 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've got to cut."
So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts
But who will save your soul when it comes to the babies?
Who will save your souls those lies that you told boy?
Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?