The Lottery - The Afghan Whigs

Let it be light, baby, where there’s none

Memories bite, baby, never done

I control, collect, collide

Come in slow, but that’s alright

Let it be night, baby, come undone

Let it be night, baby, watch them run

The enemy lies waiting for the sun

I control, collect, collide

To let go is to bet your life

Let it be light, baby, 'til there’s none

The lottery, the ritual

The consequence, the criminal

Come back to me, I’ve been them all

Come bedtime, come bad times

Let it be night then I’m born again

Remedy disguise the poison pen

You let her slip out of the tourniquet again

The lottery

Still waiting for the show

A part of me can’t let it go

I’ll fade to black, a parable

Incognizant, incomparable

And now we’ve reached the end

One for now

One for always

One for me

One for yourself

I’m ready

I’m ready

Ready