Текст песни Elvis Costello - This is Hell
Elvis Costello - This is Hell слова песни
This is hellChorus:This is hell, this is hellI am sorry to tell youIt never gets better or worseBut you get used to it after a spellFor heaven is hell in reverseThe bruiser spun a hula hoopAs all the barmen preen and poutThe neon "i" of nightclub flickers on and offAnd finally blew outThe irritating jingleOf the belly-dancing phony turkish girlsThe eerie glare of ultra violetPerfect dental workChorusThe failed don juan in the big bow-tieIs very sorry that he spokeFor hes mislaid his punch lineMore than halfway through a very tasteless jokeThe frulein caught him peeking down her gownHes yelling in her earAnd all at once the music stoppedAs he was intimately bellowing "my dear . . ."ChorusThe shirt you wore with courageAnd the violent nylon suitReappear upon your backAnd undermine the polished line you try to shootIts not the torment of the flamesThat finally see your flesh corruptedIts the small humiliations that your memory piles upThis is hell, this is hell, this is hell."my favourite things" are playingAgain and againBut its by julie andrewsAnd not by john coltraneEndless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framedVintage wine for breakfastAnd naked starlets floating in champagneAll the passions of your youthAre tranquillized and tamedYou may think it looks familiarThough you may know it by another nameChorusThis is hell, this is hell.