If Coke... is a mystery
Michael Jackson... history
If beauty... is truth
And surgery... the fountain of youth
What am I to do
Have I got the gifts to get me through
The gates of that mansion
I never bought a Lotto ticket
I never parked in anyone's space
The banks they're like cathedrals
I guess casinos took their place
Love, come on down
Don't wake her, she'll come around
Chance is a kind of religion
Where you're damned for plain hard luck
I never did see that movie
I never did read that book
Love come on down...
Let my numbers come around
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time of shame
And though I can't say why
I know I've got to believe
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time of pain
Then will there be no time of sorrow
Then will there be no time of shame