Written By: Happy Mondays. 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.