A little boy he looks around himnwhat does he see todaynnTattered shirts and dented lunchboxnMore goddamned bread no WondernPicks his notebook off the tablenWhat'll he write todaynnA tale of tyrannynAnd sunny ignorancenAnd what do you have to saynWill you paynnWill you pay, what'll you paynThis is a lottery, this means nothing to menCause I saw you running, saw you runningnWave before you disappearnYou held your heart out, hard outnWanted to give it, to give it all awaynnBut not today