Silent voices close their minds and Hide Behind their secret gardens Welcome to the age of rage Everybody's high on something Run, see Jack run All the little piggies in a row They come, They go Anyone give a damn Who I am or where I'm going I am your favorite son come undone Lost in America Suck your poison, throw your rhymes Wait for something bad to happen Stand behind your middle finger Cold to kill is still in fashion Run, see Jack run All the little piggies in a row They come, they go Anyone give a damn Who I am or where I'm going I am your favorite son come undone Lost in America Here in the wasteland No one's as sane as everyone else And there'll be hell to pay one fine day