Wrote For Luck

[originally by Happy Mondays]

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