Don't Forget, Sister

Poor boy

You played it cool with the rich boys

You messed around with their rich toys

You tried so hard to play it smooth

The page turned to the chapter with the best line

You thought the book was never-ending

You thought you'd get to drink their wine

Sister came down from Watertown with the message:

"Your twisted head is getting messed with

I can see it in your eyes

Left out

You couldn't wait to be bought out

So you went ahead and sold out

With your twenty-dollar lies"

And she said,

"Don't forget, sister

You should always be true

You come from a good home

I won't forget you"

Drowning in a city filled with blue blood

Can't you see your blood is thicker?

You don't need that fancy car

Locked up in the middle of a sick dream

So give up your fascination

And remember who you are

So don't forget, sister

You should always be true

You come from a good home

I won't forget you

Burned out like a candle that had gone out

Getting asked a lot of questions

But my answers are all wrong

I need you

Give tomorrow to be with you

Show me where I need to run to

But the truth is that you're gone

So don't forget, sister

You should always be true

You come from a good home

I won't forget you

No, I won't forget, sister

I'll always be true

'Cause we came from a good home

And I won't forget you

Sister, take me away with you

Sister, take me away with you

Sister, take me away with you

Sister, take me away with you