Lottery - Motorama

It’s some kind of lottery

Spinning the globe all night

Choosing places where we gonna die

On a drunk night

Put your finger to stop

That plastic globe

Pacific ocean lovers

Bottoms up, good luck

Oh!

I sing oh!

I’m not here, I’m not here

Rocky mountains will bury me

Half awake in a haze, in a drunken haze

I’m not here, oh I’m not here

Oh!

It goes something like oh!

Let him fall from the edge (let her drown in the ocean)

Let her drown in the ocean (let him fall from the edge)

And what will be then?

Endless whiteness, infinite blackness

And where we will be then?

In infinite blackness