Lost In America

Another butcher with his thumb on the scale
Another outfit too big to fail
Another billboard promising a piece of the city on the hill
Another magazine spreading out a feast—don't think about the bill

It's this way, this way, this way, this way, just a little farther

Another collar too white to jail
Another wall too high to scale
Another bus bench selling you a place in the temple in the sky
Another preacher murmuring grace and whispering a lie

It's this way, this way, this way, this way, just a little farther

I said I wouldn't hurry back
But every road's a cul-de-sac
And I can't see to get across
They said, We're gonna know your name
But every corner looks the same
And I got lost

Another banker peddling degrees
Another entry-level gig, another hiring freeze
Another financier with knives hidden in his grin
Another sure thing, he swears, but the house always wins

It's this way, this way, this way, this way, just a little farther

I said I wouldn't hurry back
But every road's a cul-de-sac
And I can't see to get across
They said, We're gonna know your name
But every corner looks the same
And I got lost

And in the cool shining towers of glass
The ruling class pours another champagne
And the fattest man whispers the sweetest lie
Hey, kid, this'll all be yours someday

I want out. I don't want it any more

I said I wouldn't hurry back
But every road's a cul-de-sac
And I can't see to get across
They said, We're gonna know your name
But every corner looks the same
And I got lost

I've run the tank down to fumes
Looking for a bit of room
Choking on exhaust
They said, We're gonna know your name
But every corner looks the same
And I got lost