The Body Lottery Songtext

Its easy to believe in the chance of a flesh drawing
Embryotic fingers crossed, hoping for the best
Mouse sized hearts beating in transparent chests
Hearing their prayers through a stethiscope
Its easy to believe we are walking in prizes and defeats
Clear skin and prom dates, calics and crooked teeth
But there are no numbers, tickets or an empty hat
We all carry the knitting needles scar
We were sewn together
Our bones were baked in ovens of gold