You won the lottery today
In the flee market place
Close your lids and look away
Don't you hear the hand touching your neck
When you sleep
Go back to your dream
They are walking in their plumage suites
One street down and you will be healed
They are preaching their children to be mean
One street down and you will be healed
They will molest you too
In the flee market place
Close your lids and look away
Don't you hear the hand touching your neck
When you sleep
Go back to your dream
They are walking in their plumage suites
One street down and you will be healed
They are preaching their children to be mean
One street down and you will be healed
They will molest you too