W.F.L. (Live at Cities In The Park, Manchester)

I wrote for luck they sent me you

I sent for juice you give me poison

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 they're getting less

And you were wet

But you're getting dryer

You use to speak the truth

But now you're a liar

You use to speak the truth

But now you're clever

And I sent for juice you give me poison

I hold the line flat first 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 a liar

You use to speak the truth

But now you're clever

You use to speak the truth

But now you're clever

Think about the future the future

Think about the future the future