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 you've come to me 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 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 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
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, knockin' on his door again last night Said you needed more
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