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. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost I'm l.o.s.t. lost In 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. 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 L.o.s.t. lost In 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, 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