Who Will Save Your Soul (Live)

[Spoken]

The grip on this 800-acre homestead in, uh, Homer, Alaska

Whenever I say the word "Homer" everybody goes "The Simpsons!"

It's so sad, hah

Nobody goes, "The philosopher"

But I was so lucky because you couldn't help but feel like you were something really special 'cause you were surrounded in such special things

These incredible mountains and the water

And these huge meadows

And even if you were having a bad day

You'd get out there and you're like

"You know, it's okay. I'm okay."

But it's hard in the cities

It's been hard for me, at least coming here

Like going to LA and seeing all the murder that goes on

All the crime, all the plucked eyebrows and puffy lips, and

It's just sad, it's ugly, really

It's kind of insulting to the senses

And you can't help but start feeling kinda down on yourself

Look what we've fucking done

Look what we've done to the Black people

Look what we've done to the Indians

Look what we're doing to the world

And it's a drag, you know?

Really, we're just beautiful by nature

[Verse 1]

People livin' their lives for you on TV

They say they're better than you and you agree

He says, "Hold my calls from behind those cold brick walls"

Says, "Come here, boy, there ain't nothing for free"

Another burger, another hotdog, some fries

And the wish in the well, hope your health don't go to hell, well

Another doctor's bill, a lawyer's bill, another cute cheap thrill

You know you love him if you put him in your will, but

[Chorus]

Who will save your souls when it comes to the flower now?

And who, who will save your souls after all those lies that you told, boy?

And who will save your souls if you won't save your own?

La dee-dee-da, dee-da, dee-da-da, da-la-da

[Verse 2]

We try to hustle them, try to bustle 'em, try to cuss 'em

And 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

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 souls when it comes to the babies now?

Who, who will save your soul after all those lies that you told, boy?

And who will save your soul if you won't save your own?

La dee-dee-da, dee-da, dee-da-da, da-la-da

[Verse 3]

Well, some are walking, some are talking, some are stalking their kill

Got social security but it don't pay your bills

There are addictions to feed and there are mouths to pay

So you bargain with the Devil, but you're okay 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

[Chorus]

Who will save-ave your souls when it comes to the babies?

Oh, who, who will save your souls after all those lies that you told, boy?

And who will save-ave your souls if you won't save your own?

La dee-dee-da, dee-da, dee-da-da, da-la-da

If you won't save your own?

[Spoken]

Thank you

Thanks!

Wrote this song about a girl that doesn't like me very much

It's kinda funny, like, the more you're in front of people

The more you sing for different people

Everything actually kinda stays the same, to a degree

Because, in normal life, three people hate you

And, say, five like you, or whatever

So when you get more and more famous

Five-thousand hate you, and however many more, you know

Stays the same, but it's funny 'cause

Those ones are quite vocal, and I

It's weird to go from living in like a bus

Or coming from Alaska

To having people call you a songwriter

Really, really weird

'Cause, all of a sudden, people start treating you differently

Now that I have a car that doesn't break down

People are like, "Oh, selling out, are ya?"