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 time 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 with lots

Who feed on addiction, selling pills and what's hot

And I wish I could save her from all their delusions

All the confusion, hey, hey

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, hey, hey

My little sister is a zombie in a body with no soul

A role she has leaned to play

In a world today where nothing else matters

But it matters, we gotta start feeding our souls, hey, hey

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