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