This Is Hell


CHORUS:
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

CHORUS

The 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 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 . . .";

CHORUS

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

To be continued...