Keep feeding the machine
In hopes of some dream that'll never happen
Watch your checks and your life
Crumble apart!
It's your addiction of another sort of
Slave to the lotto game
Gotta buy, gotta scratch, pick your numbers
That'll f**in' never match
Leaving you with nothing
And the corporations are f**ing laughing
Cuz yer exactly what they want:
A s**er still chasing a fantasy
Look at you, you're so f**ing old
That even if you won you'd be dead before you spend it
But here I stand in my place behind the counter
Watching you all line up;
Arms extended for a fix to momentarily escape