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 had real powerThen I could disappearWouldn't have to be around youI'd sink into the atmosphereThen I wouldn't hearYour hard 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 haterAnd he is a nasty manWithin reach lies all desireFor each and every soulStripped bare and stretching higherYou fall into the last balck holeTo end your hardHard luck storyIt's a hard luckHard luck storyDon't ask me to pray to JesusI've never met the manI only meet weekend preachersPictures of the promised landAll the new holy savioursWho pretend to understandWho 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 waiterDon't ask me to pray to JesusHe picked his time to leave usIt's a hard luckHard luck storyIt's a hard luckHard luck storyIt's a hard luck storyHard luck story