Paroles de 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

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
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