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 five a damn
Who I am or where I'm going
I an your favorite some
come undone
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 favorite son
come undone
Lost in America
Lost in America
he are name 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
Cool see Jack run
With all the little
come undone
Does anyone give a damn
Who I am or where I'm going
I am your favorite son
come undone
Lost in America
he are name Lost in America
Lost in America
he are name Lost in America