Текст песни Men At Work - Hard Luck Story
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Dont ask me to love my neighbourCause I dont love the manDont ask me for my favoursI wont lend a handAnd if I had real powerThen I could disappearWouldnt have to be around youId sink into the atmosphereThen I wouldnt hearYour hard luck storyIts a hard luck, a hard luck storyDont 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 storyIts a hard luckHard luck storyDont ask me to pray to jesusIve 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 storyIts a hard luckHard luck storyIts such a hardHard luck storyIts a hard luckHard luck storyDont ask me to love my neighbourDont ask me to tip the waiterDont ask me to pray to jesusHe picked his time to leave usIts a hard luckHard luck storyIts a hard luckHard luck storyIts a hard luck storyHard luck story