The Lottery by Trace of Lime Lyrics

Somebody told me that it didn't make sense
But some day they'll need me
I think they'll need me

Pass the papers back to the paper boy
Smoking with the President, congratulations on your government
It can't be wrong, we're all just addicts too

But I heard that there's nothing you can do
But I think I'll just, live the way I want to
Even though, I might get stuck in this moment

All my life
I've been watching, waiting, willing to survive
The prosecutor has a right and there is madness in his eye
Oh, we'll sell it to the people
Yeah

You look tired
You don't look well
I try to get up but I can't help but feel held down
Take what I have
Because I don't need it any way
You do

There is too many voices in my head

Work, work, work your precious bones
And wash them down the drain

I've got these hands around my neck
They want my soul
I'll just keep talking
They can't find a reason
They say I have too much time on my hands

Come on, take your time, take your time, take your time
But you won't find...
Anything

Tell my mind
I won't be coming home

Tell my mind
I won't be coming home
Tell my mind
I won't be coming home

Tell my mind
I won't be coming home

One more drink to pass the time
Don't you worry, I'll be fine

One more drink to pass the time
Don't you worry, I'll be fine

One more drink to pass the time
Don't you worry, I'll be fine

One more drink to pass the time
Don't you worry, I'll be fine

Don't you worry, I'll be fine