The Lottery Lyrics

I only wanted what everyone wanted
Since bras started burning up ribs in the sixties.
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.

There's a new crime, sexual suicide.
There's a new crime, let's commit it.

Don't worry Heather, about forever.
Don't worry about me;
It's the lottery, baby, everybody roll the dice.
It's the lottery, baby. Everybody roll the dice.

Will we always be like little kids,
Running grove to grove, asking,
"Who loves me? Don't know who loves me."
It's pathetic. It's impossible,
Like girls in stilettos,
Like girls in stillettos.
Like girls in stilettos trying to run.