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