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 or 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 it create
  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
  Knock, knock, knockin' on his door again last night
  Said you needed more
      [ Thanks lanie for correction ]