Lost In America

Silent voices close their minds and
Hide Behind their secret gardens
Welcome to the age of rage
Everybody's high on something

Run, see Jack run
All the little piggies in a row
They come, They go
Anyone give a damn
Who I am or where I'm going
I am your favorite son come undone
Lost in America

Suck your poison, throw your rhymes
Wait for something bad to happen
Stand behind your middle finger
Cold to kill is still in fashion

Run, see Jack run
All the little piggies in a row
They come, they go
Anyone give a damn
Who I am or where I'm going
I am your favorite son come undone
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