Little Sister

Hey, little sister, I heard you went to Mr
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, cry
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 solo role
She has learned to play in a world today
Where nothing else matters, but it matters
Gotta start feeding our souls
Not our addictions 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
And I wish I could save her from all the delusions, all the confusion
Of a nation that starves for salvation
But clothing is the closest approximation to God
And he only knows that drugs are all we know of love
She ain't

Every day we starve while we eat white bread and beer
Instead of a handshake or hug
We spill the pills and sweep them under the rug
My little sister is a zombie in a body with no solar role
She has learned to play in a world today
Where nothing else matters, but it matters
Gotta start feeding our soul

Hey, little sister, I heard you went to Mr
So-and-so
Knock, knock, knocking on his door again last night
Said you needed more