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That's the place I used to work when I was a wild, young turk

It's now the Museum of Industry, schoolkids get in for free

Brickworks-smell of rotten eggs, rubber works poured out the dregs

Now it smells of Dettol and pee, Lotteryland's the place to be

Where the steelmill used to stand there's a park in Lotteryland

Be a pram-pusher on parole, go windsurfing on the dole

They can put you right to sleep, better than Brookside or The Street

It's lucky numbers, one, two three, lotteryland's the place to be

We don't care who runs the shop, left wing, right wing, curse the lot

A million quid talks sense to me, lotteryland's the place to be

Now gone is dirt and gone is strife and gone is struggle and gone is life

"Shove it, mate, I'm busy see" Lotteryland's the place to be

Now we triple lock the doors, streets are full of thieves and whores

In a padded cell eternity, Lotteryland's the place to be

Lotteryland's the place to be

Lotteryland's the place to be