This Is Hell Songtext / Lyric

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 nightclub flickers on and off

And finally blew out



The irritating jingle

Of the belly-dancing phony Turkish girls

The eerie glare of ultra violet

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 fräulein 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 humiliations that your memory piles up



This is hell, this is hell, this is hell



"My Favourite Things" are playing sgain and again

But it's by Julie Andrews and not by John Coltrane

Endless balmy breezes in perfect sunsets framed

Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets floating in Champagne



All the passions of your youth

Are tranquillised 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