Hey little sister
I heard you went to Mr. So and So
Knock knock knocking on his door again last night
You said you needed it bad
And You know that ain’t right
Cuz so many times you’ve come to me
Cry crying
You said it hurt so bad
But please don’t let you go back for more

My little sister is a zombie in a body
With no soul or 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 to 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
We feed on addictions
Sellings pills and what’s hot
And I wish I could save her
From all their delusions
We gotta start feeding our souls
All the confusion
Of a nation that’s starving for salvation
But clothing is the closest approximation to God
And he only knows that drugs are
All we know of love
Hey hey

Every day we starve
While we eat white bread and beer
And instead of a handshake of hug
We spill the pills
And sweep them under the rug
Hey ey

My little sister is a zombie in a body
With no soul or 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 again last night
Said you needed more