Hell Is Real - Dream Puzzles

They cry in the dark, so you can't see their tears They hide in the light, so you can't see their fears Forgive and forget all the while Love and pain become one and the same In the eyes of a wounded child Because Hell, Hell is for children And you know that their little lives can become such a mess Hell, hell is for children And you shouldn't have to pay for your love With your bones and your flesh It's all so confusing, this brutal abusing They blacken your eyes, and then apologize Be daddy's good girl, and don't tell mommy a thing Be a good little boy, and you'll get a new toy Tell Lzzy you fell off the swing Because Hell, Hell is for children And you know that their little lives can become such a mess Hell, hell is for children And you shouldn't have to pay for your love With your bones and your flesh No, Hell is for children Hell Hell is for Hell Hell is for Hell Hell is for children Hell Hell is for Hell Hell is for Hell Hell is for children Hell, Hell, Hell Hell is for Hell, Hell, Hell Hell is for Hell Hell is for children Hell is for children Hell, Hell Hell is for Hell (Hell is for Hell) Hell is for Hell (Hell is for Hell) Hell is for children Hell, Hell Hell is for Hell (Hell is for Hell) Hell is for Hell (Hell is for Hell) Hell is for children Hell is for children Hell is for children

This is hell, this is hell I am sorry to tell you It never gets better or worse But you get used to it after a spell For heaven is hell in reverse The bruiser spun a hula hoop While all the barmen preen and pout The neon "I" of nightclub flickers on and off And finally blew out The irritating jingle Of the belly dancing, phony, Turkish girls The eerie glare of ultraviolet Perfect dental work This is hell, I am sorry to tell you It never gets better or worse (it never gets better or worse) But you get used to it after a spell For heaven is hell in reverse The failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie Is very sorry that he spoke For he's mislaid his punchline More than halfway through a very tasteless joke The fräulein caught him peeking down her gown He's yelling in her ear And all at once the music stopped As he was intimately bellowing "My dear" This is hell, this is hell I am sorry to tell you It never gets better or worse (it never gets better or worse) But you get used to it after a spell For heaven is hell in reverse The shirt you wore with courage And the violent nylon suit Reappear upon your back And undermine the polished line you try to shoot It's not the torment of the flames That finally sees your flesh corrupted It's the small humiliations That your memory piles up (This is hell) This is hell (This is hell) This is hell (hell) "My Favourite Things" are playing again and again But it's by Julie Andrews and not by John Coltrane Endless balmy breezes in perfect sunsets framed Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets floating in Champagne All the passions of your youth Are tranquillised and tamed You may think it looks familiar Though you may know it by another name This is hell (this is hell), this is hell (this is hell) I am sorry to tell you It never gets better or worse (it never gets better or worse) But you get used to it after a spell For heaven is hell in reverse This is hell, this is hell