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