I was sitting in hell's kitchen

contemplating murder

Contemplating murder

Contemplating the great escape

When you walked in looking like crap

But satisfied

I swear that you looked satisfied

and I hated you for that



Well someone once said

if you never look back

Then you'll never regret, nothing

Oh but nothing has got a way

of sneakin' up



Well I know you did not ask

But I've got some comfort to offer

Nothing very good or bad ever lasts



Well the bum that slipped underneath the fridge

Like a phantom card,

we call him happiness

Oh that happiness

Is a miserable son of a bitch



Now the kitchen's getting crowded

And the band is really loud

And there's a fat man

saying he's my friend

Well hey man if you're my friend

Will you spot me a drink?



And the couple in the corner

Tehy're the reason why I hate

rock and roll

Cause rock and roll,

is dead it's dead



Well I know you did not ask

But I've got some comfort ot offer

Nothing very good or bad ever lasts