Lost, lost, lost,
lost Lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lost myself
I lost myself after I hit
that joint I lost myself after
I played that tune Lost myself
after I ate those shrooms I
lost myself I lost myself
I lost myself Yeah,
yeah, yeah,
yeah Your brain's a hollow
pantry just to chauffeur dusty air
You've the posture of a pigeon
in a turnip flare Thy pedigree
is pickles and thy logic's mostly
lit You're a dull lopsided copper
in a golden dollar mint Oh,
it's poppycock,
it's tomfoolery You're the jester of
the court,
the imitation jewelry Be gone with
thy nonsense,
move thy boots along the floor
Take thy virtue and thy gallore
through the nearest cellar door I
bid thee adieu or a adieu
With all the speed of a
startled pony,
farewell Lost myself after I hit
that joint I lost myself after
I played that tune Lost myself
after I ate those shrooms I
lost myself I lost myself
I lost myself I lost myself
Baby, baby, baby,
baby I lost myself Yeah,
the fallout's heavy on this family
tree
A matriarch of steel and industry
She birthed the fire in the
desert womb And wrapped the cradle
in a shroud of doom Uh,
she claims the light while she
sows the dark Leaving on the
earth a carbon shadow mark A
mother's kiss like a thermal blast
Turning every future to a scorched
earth past Maybe I could change
your life Or I could change
your mind
Lost myself after I hit that
joint I lost myself after I
played that tune Lost myself after
I ate those shrooms I lost
myself I lost myself
I lost myself
Yeah, yeah Her lullaby is the
siren's wail Building up the silos
while the cities fail She split
the atom just to show her
might And tucked her children into
eternal night She's got the keys
to the heavy lead door Always
craving more for her basement floor
A pedigree of pride and a
heart of chrome The mother of
the blast who won't come home
I lost myself
Baby, baby Lost myself