Lyrics WFL (Wrote for Luck) [feat. Shaun Ryder] - Happy Mondays feat. Shaun Ryder

I wrote for luck, they sent me you
I sent for juice, you give me poison
I hold the line, you form the queue
Try anything hard, is there anything else you can do?
Well not much - I've not been trained
I can sit and stand, beg n' roll over
I don't read, I just guess
There's more than one sign, but it's getting less
And you were wet, but you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth, but now you're liar
You use to speak the truth, but now you're clever

And I wrote for luck and they sent me you
And I sent for juice, you give me poison
I hold the line, you form the queue
Try anything hard, is there anything else you can do?
And you were wet, but you're getting dryer
You use to speak the truth, but now you're clever
You use to speak the truth, but now you're clever
And when it's hot, you start to melt
'Cause you're not made of jean, you're made of chocolate
And when it's cold, you tend to crack
You keep on piling out, not putting back