Standard (EADGBE)
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse
But you get used to it, after a spell
For heaven is hell in reverse
The bruiser spun a hula hoop
As all the barmen preen and pout
The neon "I" of "night club" flickers
On an off and finally blew out
The irritating jingle of the belly dancing phoney turkish girl
The eerie glare of ultraviolet perfect dental work
This is hell, I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse
But you get used to it, after a spell
For heaven is hell in reverse
The failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie
Is very sorry that he spoke
For he?s mislaid his punchline more than
Halfway through a very tasteless joke
The Fr?ulein caught him peeking down her gown
He?s yelling in her ear
And all at once the music stopped
As he was intimately bellowing "My dear..."
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse
But you get used to it, after a spell
For heaven is hell in reverse
The shirt you wore with courage
And the violent nylon suit
Reappear upon your back
And undermine the polished line
You try to shoot, it?s not the torment
Of the flames that finally see your flesh corrupted
It?s the small humiliation that your memory piles up
This is hell, this is hell
"My favourite thing" is playing again an again
But it?s by Julie Andrews and not by John Coltrane
Endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed
Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets floating in Champagne
All the passions of your youth
Are tranquilised and tamed
You may think it looks familiar
Though you may know it by another name
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse
But you get used to it, after a spell
For heaven is hell in reverse
This is hell, this is hell.
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