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, but you know that ain't right
'Cause so many times you've come to me cry-crying
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 lots
Who feed on addiction selling pills and what's hot
And I wish I could save them from all their delusions
All the confusion of a nation that starves for salvation
But clothing is the closest approximation of God
And He only knows that drugs are all we know of love
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 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