People living their lives for you on TV
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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
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Who will save your soul when it comes to the flower?
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Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy?
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Who will save your soul 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,
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Another tower 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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But 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
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[Chorus]
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Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill
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You got social security, but that 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 you bargain with the Devil, say you're OK for today,
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You say that you love them, take their money and run
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Say it's been swell, sweetheart, 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 you butts.
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[Chorus]
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