...is only happy
When there's money
At his door
A paranoid schizophrenic
Who runs our
little store
He dreams
He'll hit it
Big one day
On the tickets
That he scratches
But
There's a little more
About the girl next door
And the ***** plot
He hatches

He got a small inheritance
Now most of it
Is gone
And when the final penny
Is finally spent
He'll be a loud
Exploding bomb
And what about
That woman?
And what about
His wife?
No more tickets
No more dreams
Just an empty life

Who will be hit
By shrapnel
And what will become
Of him
I cannot say
I only pray
The Lord
Takes care of him...