I was sitting in hell's kitchen
The cats are playing murder
The cats are playing murder
The cats are playing 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"
Not then
Ah, but nothing has got a way of sneaking 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 had slipped underneath the fridge
Like a phantom card we call him happiness
And all 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 are the reason why I hate rock and roll
'Cause rock and roll
Is dead, is dead, is dead
Well I know you did not ask
But I've got some comfort to offer
Nothing very good or bad ever lasts
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