Lost Angeles

Traffic jam for six hours straight
Where egos eventually deflate
And when I put my hand in your hand
I realise they don't understand

In Lost Angeles
Lost Angeles
Lost Angeles
Lost Angeles

Networking wasted all my policies
Running from and to opportunities
Earn a dollar for some tasteless piss
Is there a way to get out of this

Lost Angeles
Lost Angeles
Lost Angeles
Lost Angeles

Are they really hanging out with me?
Are they really hanging out with me?
Are they really hanging out with me?
Are they really? Yeah, yeah, yeah

We're here to celebrate plastic
To hail everything, so fantastic
It pisses me off, if you ever had a doubt
I'll find a proper way to get the fuck out

Of Lost Angeles
Lost Angeles
Lost Angeles
Lost Angeles



Credits
Writer(s): Jean P Koning
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