'Be Lucky' by Show of Hands
I was seventeen in a painted caravan
Where I went to get my fortune told,
There on Haven Banks, I held out my hand
Asking can you see what the future holds?
And she said: be smart or lucky,
If you can’t break the mold, break the rules,
Make friends or money,
But if you would be king, be cruel.
I went out in the world, I lived in London town
Though I knew that those streets weren’t paved with gold,
I looked up to a man, and he never let me down
But he said: if you want your music sold
You should be smart or lucky,
If you can’t break the mold, break the rules,
And you will make friends or money,
But if you would be king, be cruel,
You’d better be cruel.
There is no clockwork in the stars,
No one cares how good you are,
Look around the world is full
Of hungry souls who want it all,
Space inside they have to fill,
Friendship they’re prepared to kill,
Hunger it’s their guiding light
They scratch, they claw, they push, they fight
Just to be lucky
Vote for me, vote for me.
Now I’ve come so far, people ask for clues saying
How have you found the peace you’ve earned?
It was one night in a bar, a young man on the move
Asked me what’s the one thing that you’ve learned?
And I said: be smart or lucky,
If you can’t break the mold, break the rules,
Cos you will make friends or money,
And if you would be king, be cruel.
You’d better be cruel
So cruel
You have to be cruel.
How much do you want the prize?
Will you freely sacrifice
Your pride and your integrity
For fortune and celebrity?
Break the rules
You’d better be cruel
Break the rules
Be lucky.
(Lyrics copyright to Steve Knightley)
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~Anon