Take it away

Waiting for the day
when money would take him away
his equine saviour will deliver him
misery and unhappiness will be memories

Waiting for their six numbers to come
the family sits transfixed by potential millions
agog, numb and dumb
they await their consumer glory

We're awaiting our consumer glory
looking for money,
praying to the paper god of deliverance
waiting for money to heal our souls
we're aspiring hyperconsumers
we're in a trance

Money will get rid of the bruises
taking the unbearable pain away
it'll give me more of everything I need
I'll be a better human being

when the jackpot machine decides to pay
all our troubles will disappear
misery and doubt dissolving
the burdens of life flying away
we'll all be more attractive
everyone will listen to what I say

these are our dreams,
we put life on hold

our hopes are our stake
'cause we don't think
our lives are much to bet on

we sit around in suburbia
after working our shit jobs
we live our lives through the tv
hoping luck will take it all away

Mum says she dreamt we won the Lotto,
now she just has to remember the numbers