Letra de Four Leaf Clover (Live at the Moth Club, London, 05/09/2018)
Sitting in a mess still undressed As the kettle whistle blows Paperback novelette still open And the door is closedYou got a real sick mind You write a column for The Times For all the lovers gone blind Who are looking for a signAnd when the night is over And the drugs are gone All you've got is your four leaf clover You keep inside your coat And when the night is over And the drugs are gone You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to holdSix pages down and she's lighting up Her trainwreck soul She was abandoned by her lover Left by the road So apalling, scrawling those bullshit words It's thirsty work She'll stumble down to the boozer Just to have a flirtYou got a real sick mind You write a column for The Times For all the lovers gone blind Who are looking for a signAnd when the night is over And the drugs are gone All you've got is your four leaf clover You keep inside your coat And when the night is over And the drugs are gone You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to hold You got no one to holdYou got a real sick mind You got a real sick mindAnd when the night is over And the drugs are gone All you've got is a four leaf clover You keep inside your coat And when the night is over And the drugs are gone You feel the world is getting colder You got no one to holdYou got no one to hold You got no one to hold You got no one to hold