Lost In America

Silent voices close their minds and hide Behind their secret gardens Welcome to the age of rage And everybody's high on something Run, see Jack run With all the little piggies in a row They come, They go Does anyone five a damn Who I am or where I'm going I an your favorite some come undone Lost in America Suck your poison, throw your rhymes And wait for something bad to happen Stand behind your middle finger Cool to kill is still in fashion Run, see Jack run With all the little piggies in a row They come, they go Does 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 --- Lost in America - Mr. Big