Lyrics W.F.L. - Happy Mondays
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
used
to
speak
the
truth,
but
now
you're
liar
You
used
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
used
to
speak
the
truth,
but
now
you're
clever
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
gene,
you're
made
of
chocolate
And
when
it's
cold,
you
turn
to
crack
You
keep
on
piling
on,
not
puttin'
back
And
I
wrote
for
luck,
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
used
to
speak
the
truth,
but
now
you're
clever
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
gene,
you're
made
of
chocolate
And
when
it's
cold,
you
turn
to
crack
You
keep
on
piling
on,
not
puttin'
back
1 E
2 Hallelujah
3 Donovan
4 Kinky Afro
5 Clap Your Hands
6 Loose Fit
7 Holiday
8 Rave On
9 Tokoloshe Man
10 Dennis and Lois
11 God's Cop
12 Step On
13 W.F.L.
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