Men at work - Hard Luck Story текст песни

Dont ask me to love my neighbour

Cause I dont love the man

Dont ask me for my favours

I wont lend a hand

And if I had real power

Then I could disappear

Wouldnt have to be around you

Id sink into the atmosphere

Then I wouldnt hear

Your hard luck story

Its a hard luck, a hard luck story

Dont ask me to tip the waiter

For he is underhand

I can tell he is a woman hater

And he is a nasty man

Within reach lies all desire

For each and every soul

Stripped bare and stretching higher

You fall into the last balck hole

To end your hard

Hard luck story

Its a hard luck

Hard luck story

Dont ask me to pray to jesus

Ive never met the man

I only meet weekend preachers

Pictures of the promised land

All the new holy saviours

Who pretend to understand

Who do you think will save you

Modern day beggar man

Such a hard luck

Hard luck story

Its a hard luck

Hard luck story

Its such a hard

Hard luck story

Its a hard luck

Hard luck story

Dont ask me to love my neighbour

Dont ask me to tip the waiter

Dont ask me to pray to jesus

He picked his time to leave us

Its a hard luck

Hard luck story

Its a hard luck

Hard luck story

Its a hard luck story

Hard luck story