Comfort - Matthew Ryan

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 sneaking 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 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

They’re the reason why I hate rock and roll

'Cause rock and roll is dead, it’s dead, it’s dead

Well, I know you did not ask

But I’ve got some comfort to offer

Nothing very good or bad ever lasts