Lottery

You be my addiction, my life, my fiction
That leads me to my sorrow
Be it yesterday or tomorrow
Shall I call you my author
Or maybe my call-card
Or am I just a number
Another fucking number
Or a penny in the slot
Just something you have got
I.e. Direction
Or a following of affection
Or a pawn in your game
A face you cannot name
But I know your game
And I think there's something to say...

How does it feel to be something not real?
To have something that I haven't got?
Does it feel pretend?
Do you see no end
To this life without loss?
Please tell me know because I need to know how
It came to be you and not me?
Oh well was it fate?
Or was it be mistake?
Or is there something else it could be?
Please tell me...

I'd beg steal or borrow
To have someone follow
Me and take pictures
Of me signing pictures
To exercise my libido
And give birth to my ego
With words fit for an actor
I'd make wine of water
And sleep with my dreams
And do what I please
As you descend to your knees
I'll hear them asking me...

How does it feel to be something not real?
To have something that I haven't got?
Does it feel pretend?
Do you see no end
To this life without loss?
Please tell me know because I need to know how
It came to be you and not me?
Oh well was it fate?
Or was it be mistake?
Or is there something else it could be?
Please tell me...

Is it a Lottery
Or are you Mr Brown?
Because every time you speak
I see them turn around
I know your name
And you know they know it too
But every time you speak
I know that it ain't you
I know now you have got to go
I know now you have got to go



Credits
Writer(s): Mathew Kyriakides
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