it told me of fortunes that were coming my way,
of money and wisdom and joys to behold
the glistening treasure buried in gold
the torture of freedom are promises bold
that leave you so broken and out in the cold
a promise of heaven would be a delight
Yet it leaves a man struggling to put up a fight
A cheque through the door, made me sixty quid rich
the very next letter was oh such a bitch
Fifty nine forty it said on the bill
Sixty pence change, just seemed so unreal
for the torture of freedom are promises bold
They leave you so broken and out in the cold
a promise of something is such a delight
a wanton feeling of something that might
today was the day that I might win again
to lose all that money would be such a sin
yet when I cashed in yeh feeling so smug
I was mugged in an alley by a desperate luck thug
for the torture of freedom is money I hold
It could leave one broken and out in the cold
the promise of something could leave you instead
at home and alone just crying in bed
Yehess I think I’ll just lay in;…and dreeam instead
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