Lost In America 歌词

Here's Mr White, he's an executive Here's Mrs White, she's an executive Just like him They drive a white Seville with bullet-proof glass So they don't get killed when they're Buying their cocain Stuffing it up their noses Showing their children why we're Chorus: Lost In America, lost In America Living in circles like we're dreaming Here's Capt'n Tom, he's with the CIA He keeps us safe and sound from foreign enemy He sells them guns and bombs and secret plans So they can run when he finally gets caught Living in Mexico Writing a book about how we're Chorus Here's Jimmy-Jeff-Bob, he's with the NRA He likes to keep his guns around the house Just in case Sundays he visits his son who's doing time for Shooting someone And we quietly stand by Thoughtfully close our eyes Fall on our knees and cry that we're Chorus