Be Lucky - Show Of Hands

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 mould, break the rules

Make friends or money

But if you would be King 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 is their guiding light

They scratch they claw they push they fight

Just to be lucky

(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 learnt

And I said

Be smart or lucky

If you can’t break the mould, break the rules

Make friends or money

But if you would be King be cruel

How much do you want the prize

Will you freely sacrifice

Pride and your integrity

For fortune and celebrity

Break the rules

You’d better be cruel

Break the rules

Be lucky