Wherefore-POOR OLD LU

Four-leaf clover at your hip From a factory of candlesticks Luck-o’-the Irish upon you Take the common horseshoe A sermon from the blue light As if they know wrong and right Sync-sync-o-pa-la Sing along They persuade with their tears They’re all my worst fears And another foot’s gone away Buy one more that same day And all those stars above Tell you who to and not to love And revere to the astronomers Plus their followers All your riches Have gone to your head You should know you’ve been misled The rules of your game stay the same And morale is just fame [[Category:Poor Old Lu]] [[Category:Christian_Rock]]

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