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