Hey little sister I heard you went to Mr. So and So, knock knock knockin 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 Mr. So and So's

Knock, knock, knockin' on his door again last night

Said you needed more