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