Song | Wrote For Luck |
Artist | Happy Mondays |
Album | Bummed |
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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 ... |