| Song | Wrote For Luck |
| Artist | Happy Mondays |
| Album | Bummed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Happy Mondays | |
| I wrote for luck. | |
| They sent me you. | |
| I sent for juice. | |
| You give me poision. | |
| 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 poision. | |
| 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. | |
| 'Cos 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 puttin' back ... |
| zuo ci : Happy Mondays | |
| I wrote for luck. | |
| They sent me you. | |
| I sent for juice. | |
| You give me poision. | |
| 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 poision. | |
| 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. | |
| ' Cos 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 puttin' back ... |
| zuò cí : Happy Mondays | |
| I wrote for luck. | |
| They sent me you. | |
| I sent for juice. | |
| You give me poision. | |
| 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 poision. | |
| 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. | |
| ' Cos 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 puttin' back ... |