Manic Street Preachers - Wrote for Luck lyrics

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