[Intro]
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[Strophe]
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  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, another cute cheap thrill 
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You know you love him if you put him in your will but
[Refrain]
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  Who will save your souls when it comes to the flowers now 
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  Whoo-oo, who will save your souls after all those lies that you told, boy 
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  And who will save your souls if you won't save your own? 
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La-di-da...
[Strophe]
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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 
                    D 
Went up where the homeless had their homes 
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  So we pray to as many different Gods as there are flowers 
           D 
We call religion our friend 
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  We're so worried about saving our souls 
             G 
Afraid that God will take his toll 
            D 
That we forget to begin but
[Refrain]
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  Who will save your souls when it comes to the veterans now 
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  Whoo-oo, who will save your souls after all those lies that you told, boy 
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  And who will save your souls if you won't save your own? 
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La-di-da...
[Pont]
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[Strophe]
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  Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking and kill 
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Got social security, but it doesn't pay your bills 
             Am                           C 
There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay 
         G                                D 
So we bargain with the devil, but you're OK for today, say 
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  That you love me, take their money and run, say 
            G                          D                   Am 
It's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those things 
                                C 
Those flings, those strings you've got to cut 
          G                            D         Am 
So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts
[Refrain]
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Who will saaaa-ave yooooooooooooooooour soul when it comes to the babies now? 
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  Haa-aa, who will save your souls after all those lies that you told, boy 
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  And who will save, save yooooooooooooour soul if you won't save your own? 
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Ba-da-da...