Matthew Ryan - Comfort Lyrics
I was sitting in hell's kitchencontemplating murderContemplating murderContemplating the great escapeWhen you walked in looking like crapBut satisfiedI swear that you looked satisfiedand I hated you for thatWell someone once saidif you never look backThen you'll never regret, nothingOh but nothing has got a wayof sneakin' upWell I know you did not askBut I've got some comfort to offerNothing very good or bad ever lastsWell the bum that slipped underneath the fridgeLike a phantom card,we call him happinessOh that happinessIs a miserable son of a *****Now the kitchen's getting crowdedAnd the band is really loudAnd there's a fat mansaying he's my friendWell hey man if you're my friendWill you spot me a drink?And the couple in the cornerTehy're the reason why I haterock and rollCause rock and roll,is dead it's deadWell I know you did not askBut I've got some comfort ot offerNothing very good or bad ever lasts
