This Is Hell
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β±οΈ 4:27 duration
π ID: 2103914
π Lyrics
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
While 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 ultraviolet
Perfect dental work
This is hell, I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse (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 frΓ€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 (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 sees your flesh corrupted
It's the small humiliations
That your memory piles up
(This is hell) This is hell
(This is hell) This is hell (hell)
"My Favourite Things" are playing again 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), this is hell (this is hell)
I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse (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
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
While 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 ultraviolet
Perfect dental work
This is hell, I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse (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 frΓ€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 (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 sees your flesh corrupted
It's the small humiliations
That your memory piles up
(This is hell) This is hell
(This is hell) This is hell (hell)
"My Favourite Things" are playing again 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), this is hell (this is hell)
I am sorry to tell you
It never gets better or worse (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
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:03.01] This is hell, this is hell
[00:06.12] I am sorry to tell you
[00:09.93] It never gets better or worse
[00:17.69] But you get used to it after a spell
[00:23.58] For heaven is hell in reverse
[00:30.57] The bruiser spun a hula hoop
[00:33.35] While all the barmen preen and pout
[00:37.10] The neon "I" of nightclub flickers on and off
[00:41.83] And finally blew out
[00:44.44] The irritating jingle
[00:47.46] Of the belly dancing, phony, Turkish girls
[00:52.09] The eerie glare of ultraviolet
[00:55.68] Perfect dental work
[00:58.70] This is hell, I am sorry to tell you
[01:03.49] It never gets better or worse (it never gets better or worse)
[01:11.16] But you get used to it after a spell
[01:17.05] For heaven is hell in reverse
[01:23.99] The failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie
[01:26.99] Is very sorry that he spoke
[01:30.63] For he's mislaid his punchline
[01:33.30] More than halfway through a very tasteless joke
[01:38.26] The frΓ€ulein caught him peeking down her gown
[01:42.59] He's yelling in her ear
[01:45.07] And all at once the music stopped
[01:48.29] As he was intimately bellowing "My dear"
[01:53.94] This is hell, this is hell
[01:56.90] I am sorry to tell you
[02:00.71] It never gets better or worse (it never gets better or worse)
[02:08.70] But you get used to it after a spell
[02:14.31] For heaven is hell in reverse
[02:21.32] The shirt you wore with courage
[02:24.40] And the violent nylon suit
[02:27.94] Reappear upon your back
[02:30.66] And undermine the polished line you try to shoot
[02:35.50] It's not the torment of the flames
[02:38.82] That finally sees your flesh corrupted
[02:43.02] It's the small humiliations
[02:46.45] That your memory piles up
[02:49.12] (This is hell) This is hell
[02:50.86] (This is hell) This is hell (hell)
[02:55.98]
[03:01.40] "My Favourite Things" are playing again and again
[03:08.79] But it's by Julie Andrews and not by John Coltrane
[03:16.15] Endless balmy breezes in perfect sunsets framed
[03:23.18] Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets floating in Champagne
[03:31.09] All the passions of your youth
[03:34.75] Are tranquillised and tamed
[03:37.74] You may think it looks familiar
[03:41.84] Though you may know it by another name
[03:46.74] This is hell (this is hell), this is hell (this is hell)
[03:49.54] I am sorry to tell you
[03:53.38] It never gets better or worse (it never gets better or worse)
[04:00.84] But you get used to it after a spell
[04:06.91] For heaven is hell in reverse
[04:11.17] This is hell, this is hell
[04:17.62]
[00:06.12] I am sorry to tell you
[00:09.93] It never gets better or worse
[00:17.69] But you get used to it after a spell
[00:23.58] For heaven is hell in reverse
[00:30.57] The bruiser spun a hula hoop
[00:33.35] While all the barmen preen and pout
[00:37.10] The neon "I" of nightclub flickers on and off
[00:41.83] And finally blew out
[00:44.44] The irritating jingle
[00:47.46] Of the belly dancing, phony, Turkish girls
[00:52.09] The eerie glare of ultraviolet
[00:55.68] Perfect dental work
[00:58.70] This is hell, I am sorry to tell you
[01:03.49] It never gets better or worse (it never gets better or worse)
[01:11.16] But you get used to it after a spell
[01:17.05] For heaven is hell in reverse
[01:23.99] The failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie
[01:26.99] Is very sorry that he spoke
[01:30.63] For he's mislaid his punchline
[01:33.30] More than halfway through a very tasteless joke
[01:38.26] The frΓ€ulein caught him peeking down her gown
[01:42.59] He's yelling in her ear
[01:45.07] And all at once the music stopped
[01:48.29] As he was intimately bellowing "My dear"
[01:53.94] This is hell, this is hell
[01:56.90] I am sorry to tell you
[02:00.71] It never gets better or worse (it never gets better or worse)
[02:08.70] But you get used to it after a spell
[02:14.31] For heaven is hell in reverse
[02:21.32] The shirt you wore with courage
[02:24.40] And the violent nylon suit
[02:27.94] Reappear upon your back
[02:30.66] And undermine the polished line you try to shoot
[02:35.50] It's not the torment of the flames
[02:38.82] That finally sees your flesh corrupted
[02:43.02] It's the small humiliations
[02:46.45] That your memory piles up
[02:49.12] (This is hell) This is hell
[02:50.86] (This is hell) This is hell (hell)
[02:55.98]
[03:01.40] "My Favourite Things" are playing again and again
[03:08.79] But it's by Julie Andrews and not by John Coltrane
[03:16.15] Endless balmy breezes in perfect sunsets framed
[03:23.18] Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets floating in Champagne
[03:31.09] All the passions of your youth
[03:34.75] Are tranquillised and tamed
[03:37.74] You may think it looks familiar
[03:41.84] Though you may know it by another name
[03:46.74] This is hell (this is hell), this is hell (this is hell)
[03:49.54] I am sorry to tell you
[03:53.38] It never gets better or worse (it never gets better or worse)
[04:00.84] But you get used to it after a spell
[04:06.91] For heaven is hell in reverse
[04:11.17] This is hell, this is hell
[04:17.62]