Matthew Ryan - Comfort lyrics

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 b**h 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