Lyrics:

Don't ask me to love my neighbourCause I don't love the manDon't ask me for my favoursI won't lend a handAnd if I h
ad real powerThen I could disappearWouldn't have to be around youI'd sink into the atmosphereThen I wouldn't hearYour har
d luck storyIt's a hard luck, a hard luck storyDon't ask me to tip the waiterFor he is underhandI can tell he is a woman h
aterAnd he is a nasty manWithin reach lies all desireFor each and every soulStripped bare and stretching higherYou fall in
to the last balck holeTo end your hardHard luck storyIt's a hard luckHard luck storyDon't ask me to pray to JesusI've n
ever met the manI only meet weekend preachersPictures of the promised landAll the new holy savioursWho pretend to understan
dWho do you think will save youModern day beggar manSuch a hard luckHard luck storyIt's a hard luckHard luck storyIt's
such a hardHard luck storyIt's a hard luckHard luck storyDon't ask me to love my neighbourDon't ask me to tip the waiter
Don't ask me to pray to JesusHe picked his time to leave usIt's a hard luckHard luck storyIt's a hard luckHard luck stor
yIt's a hard luck storyHard luck story