But you get used to it after a spell
Barmen preen and pout the neon 'I' of nightclub
He's yelling in her ear and all at once the music stopped
'My Favorite Things' are playing again and again
More than halfway through a very tasteless joke
This is hell, this is hell, this is hell
The Fraulein caught him peeking down her gown
The bruiser spun a hula hoop as all the
But you get used to it after a spell
But you get used to it after a spell
Is very sorry that he spoke for he's mislaid his punch line
But it's by Julie Andrews and not by John Coltrane
For heaven is hell in reverse
It never gets better or worse
It never gets better or worse
For heaven is hell in reverse
For heaven is hell in reverse
That finally see your flesh corrupted
You may think it looks familiar though you may know it by another name
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
Endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed
The eerie glare of ultra violet perfect dental work
It never gets better or worse
All the passions of your youth are tranquillized and tamed
But you get used to it after a spell
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
Line you try to shoot, it's not the torment of the flames
The irritating jingle of the belly-dancing phony Turkish girls
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you
The failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie
As he was intimately bellowing, “My dear"
The shirt you wore with courage and the violent nylon
Suit reappear upon your back and undermine the polished
Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets floating in Champagne
Flickers on and off and finally blew out
It's the small humiliations that your memory piles up
For heaven is hell in reverse
