L.O.S.T
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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 runnig 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 runnig 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