Dog - LOTTO! Lyrics

Alright let me tell you a story about what happened at work
A while ago
Me and a few colleagues were sitting in the break room
Tiredly watching the morning show
And this woman on the screen
She let out this huge scream
Turned out she was a winner
And every single month for the rest of her life
She would get four hundred thousand crowns
She'd won the lotto!
The thrill, what skill, she was sorted for life
By the lotto!
A promise of relief, twisting the knife
And a strange sense of inadequacy
Crept into the room and in myself
Us low paid workers could barely comprehend
The sheer size of that wealth
One of the other guys sitting in the room
He was like oh maybe we should play that game
And it's pretty hard to admit but I felt exactly the same
We'll play the lotto!
The thrill, what skill, and we'd all be sorted for life
Lotto!
A promise of relief, just for me,
Twisting the knife
Gotta gotta get that cash
Sweet money, good greens, quick squids, big stacks
The entire farmers debt in India
Is just over one and a half million pounds
One point six, I think
And what a curse to look up
And see all that brass
But worse
Never look down
At the peasant class
For who indeed is growing our food
In this conflict of wanting more
I think competing for a few thousand bucks
Is a cruel little tease for us all
Play the lotto!
Last year the lotto in Sweden made
Two new millionaires a week
Lotto!
And five thousand farmers in India
Took their lives cos they just couldn't eat
Gotta gotta get that cash
The entire farmers debt in India
Is just over one and a half million pounds