Am                                C
People living their lives for you on TV
                G                   D
They say they're better than you and you agree
Am                          C
He says hold my calls from behind those cold brick walls
 G                            D
come here boy... there ain't nothing for free
Am                     C
Another doctor's bill, a lawyer's bill
                    G                                    D
Another cute cheap thrill, you know you love him if you put him in your will

        Am        C         G            D
CHORUS: Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower
        Am        C         G                  D
        Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
        Am        C         G               D
        Who will save your soul if you won't save your own?

        Am  C  G  D

Am                             C
We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them
G                                      D
The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue
Am                     C
Another day, another dollar, another war,
          G                           D
another tower went up to where the homeless had their homes
Am                     C
So we pray to as many different gods are there are
   G                   D
flowers but we call religion our friend
Am                      C
We're so worried about saving our souls
             G                              D
Afraid that God will take His toll that we forget to begin

CHORUS

Interlude
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Am                          C
Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their
 G                                       D
kill... you get 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 you bargain with the Devil, say you're o.k. for today,
         Am                        C
You say that you love them, take their money and run
                G                             D
Say, it's been swell, sweetheart, but it was just one of those
  Am                                        C
things, those flings, those strings you've got to cut,
        G                              D
So get out on the streets, girls, and bust your butts.

CHORUS


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evan c. parker
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