Lotteryland — Richard Thompson

That's the place I used to work When I was a wild, young turk It's now the Museum of Industry Schoolkids get in for free

Brickworks-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 steelmill 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