Lost In America Lyrics

Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language:
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 cocaine, stuffing it up their noses
Showing their children why we'reLost in America, lost in America
Living in circles like we're dreaming
Lost in America, lost in America
Living in circles like we're dreaming, dreamingHere's Captain Tom, he's with the C.I.A.
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'reLost in America, lost in America
Living in circles like we're dreaming
Lost in America, lost in America
Living in circles like we're dreaming, dreamingHere's Jimmy Jeff Bob, he's with the NRA
He likes to keep his guns around the house, just in case
Sunday, 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'reLost in America, lost in America
Living in circles like we're dreaming
Lost in America, lost in America
Living in circles like we're dreaming, dreamingLost in America, lost in America
Living in circles like we're dreaming
Lost in America, lost in America
Lost in America, lost in America