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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
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