Four Leaf Clover

Sitting in a mess, still undressed

As the kettle whistle blows

Paperback novelette still open

And the door is closed

You got a real sick mind

You write a column for The Times

For all the lovers gone blind

Who were lookin' for a sign

And 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 (The night is over)

And the drugs are gone (Drugs are gone)

You feel the world is getting colder

You got no one to hold

Six pages down and she's lighting up

Her train wrecked soul

She was abandoned by her lover

Left by the road

So appalling, scrawling those bullshit words

It's thirsty work

She'll stumble down to the booze in her

Just to have a flirt

You got a real sick mind

You write a column for The Times

For all the lovers gone blind

Who were lookin' for a sign

And 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 (The night is over)

And the drugs are gone (Drugs are gone)

You feel the world is getting colder

You got no one to hold

You got no one to hold

You got a real sick mind

You got a real sick mind

And 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 (The night is over)

And the drugs are gone (Drugs are gone)

You feel the world is getting colder

You've got no one to hold

You've got no one to hold

You got no one to hold (No one to hold)

You got no one to hold