[ Featuring Happy Mondays ]
I wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
You give me poison
I order a line
You form a queue
You try something hard
There's nothing else you can do
Well that much
I've been trained
I can sit and stand
And beg and rollover
And I don't read
I just guess
There's more than one sign
But its getting less
And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you lair
You used to speak the truth
But now you clever
And wrote for luck
They sent me you
I sent for juice
You give me poison
I order a line
You form a queue
Try something hard
There's nothing else you can do
And you were wet
But you're getting dryer
You used to speak the truth
But now you clever
You used to speak the truth
But now you clever
And when its hot
You start to melt
'cause you're not made of king
You're made of chocolate
And when it cold
You turn to crack
You keep on piling out
Not pulling back
