Lottery – Damien Jurado – letras

Misfortune, got you like a sicknessthe saints and angels all agreetrouble sure as trouble sees itI need it in writing to believeto believethe target was your heart in the beginningnow there digging soft ground for your graveI hope the mourners will bring plastic flowersthey’ll drink to your death with pink champagnepink champagnenow I hear your widow cryingher weaping I made into this songit’s popular with the disco dancersthey’ll play it on the radio all week longall week longmisfortune, got you like a sicknessand the saints, the angels all agreetrouble sure as trouble sees itI need it in writing to believeto believe