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from: Christian Korbanka Cologne Germany
e-mail: [email protected]
lyrics and chords of: This Is Hell by Elvis Costello And The Attractions
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This is hell this is hell I am ...sorry to tell you
It ...never gets better or worse
But you'll get used to it after a spell
D A Cadd9
For heaven is hell in re - verse!
The bruiser spun a hula - hoop
While all the barmen preen and pout
The neon "I" of "night club" flickers on and off
And finally blew out
The irritating jingle of the belly-dancing phoney Turkish girls
The eerie glare of ultra - violet perfect dental work!
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'll get used to it after a spell
D A Cadd9
For heaven is hell in re - verse!
The failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie
Is very sorry that he spoke
For he's mislaid his punch-line
More than half- way 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 (It never gets better or worse!)
But you'll get used to it after a spell
D A Cadd9
For heaven is hell in re - verse!
The shirt you wore with courage
And the violent nylon suit
Reap - pear upon your back
And under - mine the polished line you try to shoot
It's not the torment of the flames
That finally seize your flesh cor - rupted
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 a - gain 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 Cham - pagne
All the passions of your youth ...are tranquilised and tamed
You may think it looks fa - miliar
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 (It never gets better or worse!)
But you'll get used to it after a spell
For heaven is hell in re - verse (This is hell!) This hell!