Swell

[Verse 1]
Every time you humored me
You patronized my misery
The yesterdays mean nothing now
They never mattered anyhow

[Chorus]
Oh, well, in hell, we like it well
We think it's nice; we think it's swell
I've fucked up so many times
The more I think, the more I sink...

[Post-Chorus]
...Into the drain
Of pain and misery
The sickness of feeling
Will end someday

[Verse 2]
Oftentimes, I wonder why
There's lovе and hate, there's "livе or die"
When sickness comes, I must decide:
When feelings go, there's suicide

[Chorus]
Oh, well, in hell, we like it well
We think it's nice; we think it's swell
We'll drink a cup of kindness yet
In hell, we learn but soon forget...

[Post-Chorus]
Hell is life:
You must admit this is true
But don't take it so serious
It ends so soon

[Outro]
In hell
It's Swell