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 so many times 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 in 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 addiction 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 of a nation that starves for salvation 

but clothing is the closest to 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 hadshake or hug 

We spill the pills and sweep them 

under the rug 

My little sister is a Zombie in a body 

with no soul in 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's 

Knockin' on his door again last night 

Said you needed more