Human Lottery

We bought into the promise of a better, greener day

That 7 years would buy us a piece of tomorrow's dream

We took it all for granted we were always to be rich

We could own what we made but owe more than we make

So, brother, could you spare a dime

For a cup of coffee or a smoke to pass the time

While I'm waiting in this God-forsaken line

Of human lottery to shine, just shine

Used to be important in a white collar job

Used to make good money, now I'm lucky getting by

My wife is almost frantic, I'm too old for other work

If you can't do something for me, I'm bound to kill myself

Brother, it's not like me to ask

But I'm running short of everything

And nothing coming fast

When work is all I really need

From this God-forsaken line to shine, just shine

Mad with the impossible - out of chaos is our dream

Too heavy for wings - we will sink beneath its weight

If I could only use my head as a candle for the Holy Ghost

Sing for the corpses, "Happy Days Are Here Again"