Hey little sister I heard you went to Mr. So and So, 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 
I wish I could save her from all their delusions 
all the confusion 
of a nation that starves for salvation 
but clothing is the cloest 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 
uner the rug 
My little sister is a Zombie in a body 
with no sould a role whe 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`s 
Knockin` on his door again last night 
Said you needed more