MEN AT WORK - Hard Luck Story lyrics

rate me

Don't ask me to love my neighbour

Cause I don't love the man

Don't ask me for my favours

I won't lend a hand

And if I had real power

Then I could disappear

Wouldn't have to be around you

I'd sink into the atmosphere

Then I wouldn't hear

Your hard luck story

It's a hard luck, a hard luck story

Don't 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

It's a hard luck

Hard luck story

Don't ask me to pray to Jesus

I've 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

It's a hard luck

Hard luck story

It's such a hard

Hard luck story

It's a hard luck

Hard luck story

Don't ask me to love my neighbour

Don't ask me to tip the waiter

Don't ask me to pray to Jesus

He picked his time to leave us

It's a hard luck

Hard luck story

It's a hard luck

Hard luck story

It's a hard luck story

Hard luck story