It's not what you're doing  It's the current deep below  It's not what you're thinking  It's the passion that doesn't show  And it's the smile in your heart  As it's tearing apart  Talking about your soul  It's not what you're buying  Don't need a guru or a priest  It's not what you're selling  Though some may offer you a piece  And it's the pools in your eyes  When a human thing dies  Talking about your soul  Doesn't matter who you are  Doesn't matter 'bout your scar  Brother, you got your soul  Doesn't matter what they steal  They can't touch anything real  Sister, hang on to your soul  (guitar solo)  Doesn't matter who you are  Doesn't matter 'bout your scar  Brother, you got your soul  Doesn't matter what they steal  They can't touch anything real  Sister, hang on to your soul  Doesn't matter how I change  Deep inside I'm still the same  Father, that's my soul  Doesn't matter where we go  I'll always love you and I'll know you  Mother, by your soul