| Well I made a small fortune sellin used cars
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| And it’s buried out back in a cookie jar
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| I raise a toast to Senior Escobar
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| For givin me a pot to piss in
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| Well I ran a little scam until '92
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| Now I hang around here for somethin to do
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| And I just keep talkin till I’m blue
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| To any one who’ll listen
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| Yes, we’re lost in America
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| And this land we’re so proud of
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| We got the cars, the girls, the money, the drugs
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| To get you out of your rut
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| Yes, we’re lost in America
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| She got a brand new lease on an Escalade
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| And a bumper sticker bout a whale to save
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| And she’s burnin up gas like they gave it away
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| At least her kid’s on the honor roll
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| She got a handful of pills to improve her mood
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| Liposuction, big, fake boobs
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| She got a Mexican maid that brings the food
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| To the birdcage made of gold
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| Bridge:
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| I’m droppin out
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| And I’m quittin this game
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| Yes, I’m washin my feet, turn off my phone
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| Changin my name, hittin the road
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| Don’t really know where I’m gonna go
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| But I’m gettin the hell out of here
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| In America |