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