Elvis Costello & The Attractions – This Is Hell (Ukulele)

D               A          G            Em
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you

      D               A          Em7       A
It never gets better or worse

D                   A          G          Em
But you get used to it, after a spell

           D          A      Cadd9
For heaven is hell in reverse

           G
The bruiser spun a hula hoop

                  D/A
As all the barmen preen and pout

          G
The neon "I" of "night club" flickers

D/A                                   C
On an off and finally blew out

                             Am                                  C
The irritating jingle of the belly dancing phoney turkish girl

                                 Am
The eerie glare of ultraviolet perfect dental work

D          A          G          Em
This is hell, I am sorry to tell you

      D               A          Em7       A
It never gets better or worse

D                   A          G          Em
But you get used to it, after a spell

           D          A      Cadd9
For heaven is hell in reverse

          G
The failed Don Juan in the big bow-tie

            D/A
Is very sorry that he spoke

          G
For he?s mislaid his punchline more than

D/A                                     C
Halfway through a very tasteless joke

                                                 Am
The Fr?ulein caught him peeking down her gown

                              C
He?s yelling in her ear

                                           Am
And all at once the music stopped

                                       A
As he was intimately bellowing "My dear..."

            D               A          G          Em
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you

      D               A          Em7       A
It never gets better or worse

D                   A          G          Em
But you get used to it, after a spell

           D          A      Cadd9
For heaven is hell in reverse

       Dm                             G
The shirt you wore with courage

                 C               F
And the violent nylon suit

     Dm                        G
Reappear upon your back

              C                    F
And undermine the polished line

                  Dm                     G
You try to shoot, it?s not the torment

               C                      F               D
Of the flames that finally see your flesh corrupted

                                                       G
It?s the small humiliation that your memory piles up

          Em7             D
This is hell, this is hell

            G                                  D
"My favourite thing" is playing again an again

       G                                      D
But it?s by Julie Andrews and not by John Coltrane

      G                                       D
Endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed

     G                                           D                    C
Vintage wine for breakfast and naked starlets floating in Champagne

                                      Am
All the passions of your youth

                                  C
Are tranquilised and tamed

                                     Am
You may think it looks familiar

                                       A
Though you may know it by another name

            D               A          G          Em
This is hell, this is hell, I am sorry to tell you

      D               A          Em7       A
It never gets better or worse

D                   A          G          Em
But you get used to it, after a spell

           D          A      Cadd9
For heaven is hell in reverse

                              D
This is hell, this is hell