Intro: |
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 so many times you've come to |
me cry 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 afflictons 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 addictions |
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 |
V |
but it matters we gotta start feeding our |
sooouuuls... |
Bridge: |
x2 |
Hey little sister i heard you went to Mr. |
So and So's knock, knock, knocking on his |
door again last night said you |
needed more. |