Wrote for Luck

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 anything hard There's nothing else you can do Oh you can try but you can't chain me I can slip and stand and bend and roll over I don't read I just dance There's more than one sign And it's getting less When you're wet You're getting drier You used to speak the truth But now you're liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh 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 anything hard There's nothing else you can do And when you're wet You're getting drier You used to speak the truth But now you're liar You used to speak the truth But now you're clever And when it's hot You start to melt 'Cause you're not made of cheese You're made of chocolate And when it's cold You tend to cry You keep on piling on And not put it by Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh Oh oh oh --- Wrote for Luck - Manic Street Preachers