Damien Jurado - Lottery lyrics

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Damien Jurado - Lottery lyrics

Misfortune, got you like a sickness The saints and angels all agree Trouble sure as trouble sees it I need it in writing to believe To believe The target was your heart in the beginning Now there digging soft ground for your grave I hope the mourners will bring plastic flowers They'll drink to your d**h with pink champagne Pink champagne Now I hear your widow crying Her weeping I made into this song It's popular with the disco dancers They'll play it on the radio all week long All week long Misfortune, got you like a sickness And the saints, the angels all agree Trouble sure as trouble sees it I need it in writing to believe To believe