Men At Work

Letra de Hard Luck Story

Letras de Men At Work

"Hard Luck Story"

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