Lottery |
A little boy he looks around him what does he see today Tattered shirts and dented lunchbox More goddamned bread no Wonder Picks his notebook off the table What'll he write today A tale of tyranny And sunny ignorance And what do you have to say Will you pay Will you pay, what'll you pay This is a lottery, this means nothing to me Cause I saw you running, saw you running Wave before you disappear You held your heart out, hard out Wanted to give it, to give it all away But not today |