Hey little sister
I heard you went to mister
So and So
Knock knock knocking on his door
Again last night
Said you needed it bad-
You know that ain't right
Cause so many times
You've come to me cry-crying
Trying to stop
You said it hurts so bad
But please don't let you
Go back for more
My little sister
Is a Zombie in a body
With no soul in a role
She has learned to play
In a world today
Where nothing else matters
But it matters
We gotta start feeding our souls
Not our addiction
Or afflictions of pain
To avoid the same
Questions we must
Ask ourselves to get any answers
We gotta start feeding our souls
Have been lost
To the millions with lots
Who feed on addiction
Selling pills and what's hot
I wish I could save her
From all their delusions
All the confusion
Of of a nation
That starves for salvation
But clothing is the closest to approximation
To God and He only knows that drugs
Are all we know of love
Every day we starve
While we eat white bread
And beer instead
Of a hadshake or hug
We spill the pills and sweep them
Under the rug
My little sister
Is a Zombie in a body
With no soul in a role
She has learned to play
In a world today
Where nothing else matters
But it matters
We gotta start feeding our souls
Hey little sister
I heard you went to mister
So and So's
Knock, knock, knocking on his door
Again last night
Said you needed more