Lotteryland

^GThat's the place I used t^Do work w^Ghen I was a ^Dwild, young ^Cturk It's ^Gnow the Museum of Indus^Ctry, ^Emschoolkids get ^Din for ^Emfree ^GBrickworks-smell of rotten e^Dggs, r^Gubber works p^Doured out the d^Cregs ^GNow it smells of Dettol and ^Cpee, ^EmLotteryland's the ^Dplace to ^Embe

^AmWhere the steelmill ^Gused to ^Cstand ^Emthere's a park in ^DLottery^Emland ^GBe a pram-pusher on p^F#marole, ^Emgo windsurfing ^Don the ^Emdole ^GThey can put you right to s^Dleep, b^Getter than Brookside o^Dr The S^Ctreet It's ^Glucky numbers, one, two ^Cthree, ^Emlotteryland's the ^Dplace to ^Embe

We don't care who runs the shop, left wing, right wing, curse the lot A million quid talks sense to me, lotteryland's the place to be Now gone is dirt and gone is strife and gone is struggle and gone is life "Shove it, mate, I'm busy see" Lotteryland's the place to be Now we triple lock the doors, streets are full of thieves and whores In a padded cell eternity, Lotteryland's the place to be Lotteryland's the place to be Lotteryland's the place to be by: José Duarte jtduarte1@gmail.com

Richard Thompson - Lotteryland