Wrote For Luck — текст песни (Manic Street Preachers)

I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
They sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a queue
Try nothing hard
There`s nothing else you can do
You can try
But you can`t chain me
I can sniff, bend, stand and bend and roll over
I don`t breathe
I just dance
There`s more than one sign
And it`s getting less
When you`re wet
You`re getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you`re a liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you`re clever

I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
They sent me poison
I hold the line
You form a queue
Try nothing hard
There`s nothing else you can do
And when you`re wet
You`re getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you`re a liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you`re clever
And when it`s hot
You start to melt
Cos you`re not made of cheese
You`re made of chocolate
And when it`s cold
You tend to cry
Keep on piling out
And not putting by