Manic Street Preachers - Wrote For Luck Lyrics
Written by: happy mondaysI wrote for luckThey sent me youI sent for juiceThey sent me poisonI hold the lineYou form a queueTry nothing hardTheres nothing else you can doYou can tryBut you cant chain meI can sniff, bend, stand and bend and roll overI dont breatheI just danceTheres more than one signAnd its getting lessWhen youre wetYoure getting dryerYou used to speak the truthBut now youre a liarYou used to speak the truthBut now youre cleverI wrote for luckThey sent me youI sent for juiceThey sent me poisonI hold the lineYou form a queueTry nothing hardTheres nothing else you can doAnd when youre wetYoure getting dryerYou used to speak the truthBut now youre a liarYou used to speak the truthBut now youre cleverAnd when its hotYou start to meltCos youre not made of cheeseYoure made of chocolateAnd when its coldYou tend to cryKeep on piling outAnd not putting by