Comfort Songtext

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 Oh 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 Tehy're the reason why I hate rock and roll Cause rock and roll, is dead it's dead Well I know you did not ask But I've got some comfort ot offer Nothing very good or bad ever lasts