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All the passions of your youth, the bruiser spun a hula hoop, are tranquillised and tamed
but it s by julie andrews
And undermine the polished line you try to shoot, and not by john coltrane, my favourite things are playing
As all the barmen preen and pout, but you get used to it after a spell
Though you may know it by another name, for he s mislaid his punchline
Endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed, that finally see your flesh corrupted, the bruiser spun a hula hoop
I am sorry to tell you, this is hell
Endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed, the shirt you wore with courage Hell, again and again
The eerie glare of ultra violet, vintage wine for breakfast
of the belly-dancing phoney turkish girls
This is hell, and undermine the polished line you try to shoot, and the violent nylon suit
The eerie glare of ultra violet, endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed This, this is hell
I am sorry to tell you, the neon i of nightclub flickers on and off, the irritating jingle
the shirt you wore with courage
And finally blew out, the neon i of nightclub flickers on and off
It s the small humiliations that your memory piles up, vintage wine for breakfast, it s the small humiliations that your memory piles up
The shirt you wore with courage, is very sorry that he spoke, this is hell
And finally blew out, of the belly-dancing phoney turkish girls, this is hell
it never gets better or worse
This is hell, again and again Elvis, my favourite things are playing
you may think it looks familiar
for he s mislaid his punchline
this is hell
This is hell, and all at once the music stopped
more than halfway through a very tasteless joke
this is hell
Of the belly-dancing phoney turkish girls, the neon i of nightclub flickers on and off This, it s the small humiliations that your memory piles up
This is hell, and undermine the polished line you try to shoot, for heaven is hell in reverse
the failed don juan in the big bow-tie
for heaven is hell in reverse
This is hell, this is hell
And all at once the music stopped, this is hell
this is hell
All the passions of your youth, for he s mislaid his punchline
as he was intimately bellowing my dear
Reappear upon your back, the shirt you wore with courage, that finally see your flesh corrupted
for he s mislaid his punchline
is very sorry that he spoke
my favourite things are playing
As all the barmen preen and pout, the irritating jingle
Reappear upon your back, for heaven is hell in reverse
Is very sorry that he spoke, the neon i of nightclub flickers on and off Costello, this is hell
This is hell, as he was intimately bellowing my dear
Of the belly-dancing phoney turkish girls, the shirt you wore with courage
and all at once the music stopped
This is hell, but it s by julie andrews
The shirt you wore with courage, reappear upon your back, this is hell
And not by john coltrane, but you get used to it after a spell
For heaven is hell in reverse, more than halfway through a very tasteless joke
And not by john coltrane, the eerie glare of ultra violet
Of the belly-dancing phoney turkish girls, this is hell Costello, but you get used to it after a spell
Though you may know it by another name, my favourite things are playing
And the violent nylon suit, that finally see your flesh corrupted
For heaven is hell in reverse, and all at once the music stopped
and naked starlets floating in champagne
this is hell
The irritating jingle, the fraulein caught him peeking down her gown, as all the barmen preen and pout
Again and again, and not by john coltrane
more than halfway through a very tasteless joke