This Is Hell

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 reverseThe 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 workThis 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 reverseThe failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie

Is very sorry that he spoke for he's mislaid his punch line

More than halfway through a very tasteless joke

The Fraulein 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 reverseThe 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 upThis is hell, this is hell, this is hell'My Favorite Things' are playing again and 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 tranquillized and tamed

You may think it looks familiar though you may know it by another nameThis 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 reverseThis is hell, this is hell