Little Sister

Little sister, I heard you went to Mister So-And-So,
Knock knock knocking on his door again last night
You 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
We've 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've gotta start feeding our souls
Have been lost to the millions with lots
Who feed on addictions selling pills and what's hot
And i wish I could save her from all their illusions
All the confusion

Of a nation that starves us for salvation
And 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 a 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
We've gotta start feeding our souls

Little sister, I heard you went to Mister So-And-So,
Knock knock knocking on his door again last night
You said you needed more
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Foolish Games

you took your coat off and stood in the rain
you were always crazy like that
I watched from my window,
always felt that I was outside looking in on you
you were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair,
you were fashionably sensitive, but too cool to care
then you stood in my doorway, with nothing to say
besides some comment on the weather
well in case you failed to notice,
in case you failed to see,
this is my heart bleeding before you,
this is me down on my knees

these foolish games are tearing me apart
your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
you're breaking my heart

you were always brilliant in the morning
smoking your cigarettes, talking over coffee
your philosophies on art, Baroque moved you,
you loved Mozart and you'd speak of your loved ones
as I clumsily strummed my guitar
you'd teach me of honest things
things that were daring, things that were clean
things that knew what an honest dollar did mean
so I hid my soiled hands behind my back
somewhere along the line I must've gone off track with you
excuse me, think I've mistaken you for somebody else
somebody who gave a damn
somebody more like myself

these foolish games are tearing me apart
your thoughtless words are breaking my heart
you're breaking my heart

you took your coat off and stood in the rain
you were always crazy like that
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