Jonathan Thompson - Lottery Life Lyrics
What ya gonna do when the money runs out?What ya gonna do when the bank gives a shout?Working all your life on the brief case trainThen you find out there’s nothing to gainA mortgage and a wife and a little kidThe boss says son I want your headFilling in your time sheets, drinking at the barSeems like everyone’s made your bedIt’s your life, it’s your lifeYou’ve gotta fight for what’s rightStand up and hold your groundBefore you are taken overLike the passing shadow cloudsThe light grows dim and feels, colderBetter beware cause the money man’s aboutHe wants your share and he doesn’t careComing through the letter box and telephoneGotta get out before he gets you aloneMy head spinning around, amusement arcadesLevers pulling and a clattering soundEveryone’s living a lottery lifeLucky numbers and Mystic MegHave you seen the stars shining late at nightThe blue of the day and the sun shining brightFunny you forget with your head in the sandThe chain gang life of a working manYou load sixteen tons and what do you getAnother day older and a deeper in debtPeter don’t you call cause I can’t goI owe my soul to the company store
