Lost in America Songtext
von Edwin McCain

Well, I made a small fortune selling used cars
And it′s buried out back in a cookie jar
I raise a toast to Senor Escobar
For giving me a pot to piss in
Well, I ran a little scam until '92
Now I hang around here for something to do
And I just keep talking till I′m blue
To anyone who'll listen

Yes, we're lost in America
Yeah, this land we′re so proud of
We got the cars, the girls, the money, the drugs
To get you out of your rut
Yes, we′re lost in America


She got a brand new lease on an Escalade
And a bumper sticker 'bout a whale to save
And she burning up gas like they gave it away
Least her kid′s on the honor roll
She got a handful of pills to improve her mood
Lipo suction, big fake boobs
Got a Mexican maid that brings the food
To the birdcage made of gold

Yes, we're lost in America
Yeah, this land we′re so proud of
We got the cars, the girls, the money, the drugs
To get you out of your rut
Yes, we're lost in America

I′m droppin' out
And I'm quittin′ this game
Yes, I′m washing my feet
I turn off my phone
Changing my name
Hittin' the road
Don′t really know where I'm gonna go
But I′m getting the hell out of here

Yes, we're lost in America
Yeah, this land we′re so proud of
We got the cars, the girls, the money, the drugs
To get you out of your rut
Yes, we're lost in America


In America
Yes, we're lost in America