Текст песни 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
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

1 Prologue to History
2 4 Ever Delayed
3 Sorrow 16
4 Judge Yr'self
5 Socialist Serenade
6 Donkeys
7 Comfort Comes
8 Mr Carbohydrate
9 Dead Trees and Traffic Islands
10 Sepia
11 Sculpture of Man
12 Spectators of Suicide
13 Democracy Coma
14 Strip It Down (Live)
15 Bored Out of My Mind
16 Just A Kid
17 Close My Eyes
18 Valley Boy
19 We Her Majesty's Prisoners
20 We Are All Bourgeois Now
21 Rock and Roll Music
22 It's So Easy (Live)
23 Take the Skinheads Bowling
24 Been a Son
25 Out of Time
26 Raindrops Keep Fallin' On My Head (Warchild Version)
27 Bright Eyes (Live)
28 Train In Vain (Live)
29 Wrote for Luck
30 What's My Name (Live)
31 Velocity Girl
32 Can't Take My Eyes Off You
33 Didn't My Lord Deliver Daniel
34 Last Christmas (T.F.I. Friday Performance)
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