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L.O.S.T. lyrics
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
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