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 cryin' 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 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 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 of thoughts
Who feed on addiction selling pills and what's hot
I wish I could save her
From all their 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

Everyday 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 soul 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, knock, knock, knocking
On his door again last night
Said you needed more