Comfort

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

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

They're 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