Lotteryland

That’s the place I used to work
When I was a wild, young Turk
It’s now the museum of industry
School kids get in for free
Brickwork’s smell of rotten eggs
Rubber works poured out the dregs
Now it smells of Dettol and pee
Lotteryland’s the place to be
Where the steel mill used to stand
There’s a park in Lotteryland
Be a pram pusher on parole
Go windsurfing on the dole
They can put you right to sleep
Better than Brookside or The Street
It’s lucky numbers, one, two three
Lotteryland’s the place to be
We don’t care who runs the shop
Left wing, right wing, curse the lot
A million quid talks sense to me
Lotteryland’s the place to be
Now gone is dirt and gone is strife
And gone is struggle and gone is life
Shove it, mate, I’m busy, see
Lotteryland’s the place to be
Now we triple lock the doors
Streets are full of thieves and whores
In a padded cell eternity
Lotteryland’s the place to be
Lotteryland’s the place to be
Lotteryland’s the place to be