I was living in a world of make believe
When my best friend wrote and told me
That there may be a job in the city
And you never told me

He would dream about another scheme
About another sordid hall of dreams
About a man who's king of industry
He would swear by his mouth almighty
He would buy the best
But never something new
And he never told me

I like kicking in the gutter and
Wishing I was lucky
Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
Oh, I like kicking in the gutter
Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky

It's the only life I know

Lie, lie, lie is all you ever do
To make me want to push on through
Cry, cry, cry, cry is all I ever do
Say you want to make me push on through

I like kicking in the gutter and
Wishing I was lucky
Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
Oh, I like kicking in the gutter
Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky

My best friend wrote and told me so
He said, that there may be a job in the city
I like kicking in the gutter and wishing I was lucky
Wishing I was lucky, wishing I was lucky
I was wishing I was lucky

Hey son go, hey son go, to the city

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Writer(s): GRAEME CLARK, MARTI PELLOW, NEIL MITCHELL, TOMMY CUNNINGHAM