Lyrics
I heard you went to mr, you know that ain t right
Hey little sister i heard you went to mr, knocking on his door again last night, hey little sister i heard you went to mr
Knocking on his door again last night, a role she has learned to play in a world today where nothing else matters
we gotta start feeding our souls
Our souls have been lost to the millions with lots, our souls have been lost to the millions with lots
Our souls have been lost to the millions with lots, every day we starve while we eat white bread and beer instead of a handshake or hug Little, a role she has learned to play in a world today where nothing else matters
hey little sister i heard you went to mr
You know that ain t right, and i wish i could save her from all their delusions Sister, a role she has learned to play in a world today where nothing else matters
cause you ve come to me crying
hey little sister i heard you went to mr
we gotta start feeding
Cause you ve come to me crying, my little sister is a zombie in a body with no soul
So and so knock, to avoid the same questions we must ask ourselves to get any answers Jewel, we gotta start feeding our souls not our addictions or afflictions of pain
cause you ve come to me crying
A role she has learned to play in a world today where nothing else matters, to avoid the same questions we must ask ourselves to get any answers Jewel, trying to stop
Every day we starve while we eat white bread and beer instead of a handshake or hug, but it matters, who feed on addiction selling pills and what s hot
We gotta start feeding, but it matters, knockin on his door again last night
We gotta start feeding our souls, we spill the pills and sweep them under the rug, we gotta start feeding our souls
Of a nation that starves for salvation but clothing is the closest approximation, all the confusion Little, all the confusion
Knocking on his door again last night, hey little sister, all the confusion
Hey little sister, so and so knock
You know that ain t right, but it matters
Said you needed more, but it matters, every day we starve while we eat white bread and beer instead of a handshake or hug
Hey little sister, knocking on his door again last night
trying to stop
A role she has learned to play in a world today where nothing else matters, our souls have been lost to the millions with lots, but it matters
but it matters
To avoid the same questions we must ask ourselves to get any answers, trying to stop
You know that ain t right, knockin on his door again last night, said you needed more
we spill the pills and sweep them under the rug
Said you needed it bad, but it matters
knocking on his door again last night
Of a nation that starves for salvation but clothing is the closest approximation, we gotta start feeding Little, 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
Cause you ve come to me crying, hey little sister, i heard you went to mr
We gotta start feeding, a role she has learned to play in a world today where nothing else matters
So and so knock, to avoid the same questions we must ask ourselves to get any answers
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