Lottery
A little boy he looks around himwhat 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
Copyright © 1997 Greg Huang