Lost In America

Silent voices close their minds and hide

Behind their secret gardens

Welcome to the age of rage

And everybody's high on something

Run see Jack run

With all the little piggies in a row

They come they go

Does anyone give a damn

Who I am or where I'm going

I'm your favourite son come undone

I'm lost in America

Suck your poison throw your rhymes

And wait for something bad to happen

Stand behind your middle finger

Cool to kill is still in fashion

Run see Jack run

With all the little piggies in a row

They come they go

Does anyone give a damn

Who I am or where I 'm going

I am your favourite son come undone

I'm lost in America

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Lost in America

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Here I am lost in America

Here in the wasteland

No one's as sane as everyone else

And there'll be hell to pay one fine day

Oh run see Jack run

With all the little piggies in a row

They come they go

Does anyone give a damn

Who I am or where I 'm going

I am your favourite son come undone

Lost in America

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Here I am lost in America

Oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh

Lost in America

Oh-oh-oh

Here I am lost in America