Wrote for Luck Manic Street Preachers

[Verse 1]
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 read
I just dance
There's more than one sign
And it's getting less
When you're wet
You're getting dryer

[Chorus]
You used to speak the truth
But now you're liar
You used to speak the truth
But now you're clever

[Bridge]
Ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh, ooh-oh