Lyrics Comfort - Matthew Ryan

Comfort

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