Little Sister

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 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 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's Knockin' on his door again last night Said you needed more

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