Emily Haines - The Lottery lyrics

rate me

I only wanted what everyone wanted since bras started burning up ribs in the 60's

Favors a flying, faces a falling,

Every whore's desire is to never be waiting.

If that's a crime, let's commit it

There's a new crime, sexual suicide

When our underwire radio tears into their international airwaves

Boredom will die, ears will bleed

Every whore's desire is to give and to please

There's a new crime, sexual suicide

There's a new crime, let's commit it

While we're waiting on the next day to begin it in the best way

Don't worry Heather, about forever

Don't worry about me

It's alot to repave it, everybody roll the dice

Will we always be like little kids running group to group

Asking "who loves me? don't know who loves me"?

It's pathetic, it's impossible,

Like girls in stilettos trying to run