Scratch it off, cash it in, buy some magazines, what then Snatched my dinner from the mouths of hounds Bought my clothes in the lost and found When I win, American sin When I've won, American fun I've had time to reconsider what it means to be a quitter Frittering my time away, to tell the truth, well, it feels okay When I win, American sin When I've won, American fun Now if I want to I can change my face, grease a palm and run ahead of the race Maybe I can make a whole new line Navigate through space and time When I win, American sin When I've won, American fun