L.O.S.T.

I got my work,

I got my work

The profit of doom is walking the beach

With a psychotic, breakdown, cardboard sign

Everything's faked and there's nothing to teach

And there's no point in running, crying

And I'm L

O S T, lost,

I'm L O S

T, lostI'm

L O S T, lost,

I'm L O S

T, lostIn a garden of evil, in a garden of evil

In a garden of evil, in a garden of evil, evil

I walk through the filthy sterile wasteland

When I'm no good, they'll dump me on a scrap heap to die

Giant American tyrannosaur

Even the animals are running away

And I'm L

O S T, lost,

I'm L O S

T, lostI'm

L O S T, lost,

I'm L O S

T, lostIn a garden of evil, in a garden of evil

In a garden of evil, in a garden of evil, evil

Evil, baby,

I got my work, yeah

I walk through the filthy sterile wasteland

When I'm no good, they'll dump me on a scrap heap to die

Giant American tyrannosaur

And even the animals are running away

I'm L O S

T, lost, I'm

L O S T, lost

I'm L O S

T, lost, I'm

L O S T, lost