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  • Songs of Sacrilege: Who Will Save Your Soul? by Jewel

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    This is the one hundred eighty-sixth installment in the Songs of Sacrilege series. This is a series that I would like readers to help me with. If you know of a song that is irreverent towards religion, makes fun of religion, pokes fun at sincerely held religious beliefs, or challenges the firmly held religious beliefs of others, please send me an email.

    Today’s Song of Sacrilege is Who Will Save Your Soul? by Jewel.

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    People living their lives for you on T.V.
    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 but

    Who will save your soul when it comes to the flowers now
    Huh huh who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
    And who will save your souls 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
    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

    Who will save your soul when it comes to the flowers now
    Huh huh who will save your souls after all the lies that you told, boy
    And who will save your souls if you won’t save your own?

    Some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking and kill
    You got social security, but it doesn’t pay your bills
    There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay
    So we bargain with the devil, so evil, careful do they say
    That you love them take your 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

    Who will save your soul when it comes to the flowers now
    Huh huh who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
    And who will save your soul if you won’t save your own?