Lotteryland
That's the place I used to work when I was a wild, young turk
It's now the Museum of Industry, schoolkids get in for free
Brickworks-smell of rotten eggs, rubber works poured out the dregs
Now it smells of Dettol and pee, Lotteryland's the place to be
Where the steelmill used to stand there's a park in Lotteryland
Be a pram-pusher on parole, go windsurfing on the dole
They can put you right to sleep, better than Brookside or The Street
It's lucky numbers, one, two three, lotteryland's the place to be
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