Wrote for Luck - 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

Theres 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

Theres more than one sign

And its getting less

When youre wet

Youre getting dryer

You used to speak the truth

But now youre a liar

You used to speak the truth

But now youre 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

Theres nothing else you can do And when youre wet

Youre getting dryer

You used to speak the truth

But now youre a liar

You used to speak the truth

But now youre clever

And when its hot

You start to melt

Cos youre not made of cheese

Youre made of chocolate

And when its cold

You tend to cry

Keep on piling out

And not putting by