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 baby   Evil       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