: You can play the lottery I can use my hands for praying I'm not sure what I believe But we've got a lot of paying to do Working in this tired row Only
: I take the road that I know so well It's a lonely ride I'm not free until I hear the bell, holding me tight tight tight I keep on whining 'bout the
: Where do we belong, where did we go wrong If there's nothing here, why are we still here? It's another time, it's another day Numbers they are new