audio by artist jewel

Hey little sister I heard you went to Mr. So and So,
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 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

People living their lives for you on TV
They say they’re better than you and you agree
come here boy there’s nothing for free

Another doctors bill, another lawyer’s bill
Another cute cheap thrill
You know you love him if you put him in your will

Who will save you soul when it comes to the flower
Who will save your soul after all the lies that you told, boy
Who will save your soul if you won’t save your own?

We try to hustle them, try to bustle them, try to cuss them
The cops want someone to bust down on Orleans Avenue