Soul

I see all these people talking
Experts in their own crap mouth
Well who the hell owns anybody
Tell me who owns your soul

I laugh at the greatest con of all
Pay t.v. preacher gonna save your soul
I can't fathom why buyers buy in
Humans selling innocence,humans selling sin

And if I give you more
Tell me does God raise my score
Put me on holier ground
Then somebody else coming around

People have a need
To trust somebody, to believe
Instead of trusting themselves
A heart has nothing and everything to tell

I see all these people talking
Experts in their own crap mouth
Well who the hell owns anybody
Tell me who owns your soul

I remember this one jive fool
With his God groupies of lost souls
Telling me he'd save my soul
I tried hard not to laugh
As I let him in on a secret I know

He backed up with his prayer book
As he nervously studied my eyes
Burning my eyes into him
You ain't gonna touch my soul,fool

I just kept looking at him
As his own words finally shut him up
I liked looking at him calmly
As he strutted and fell

Only truth
Only thing gonna be there
If you gonna
Try to sell

I see all these people talking
Experts in their own crap mouth
Well who the hell owns anybody
Tell me,who owns your soul...

words and music by John Revitte
Running Bear Music 2008
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