Hell is only a matter of time
At some point it shows up, period
At some point they closed
And said, "You've lost your job"
It's true, my job has always been lousy
But I've always called it 'my job'
And they kept moving retirement a bit further ahead
But that's the last thing on my mind now
I'm sorry if I offer you so little
I wanted to give you everything I should have
I wanted to give you everything I would've wanted
Hell is only a personal matter
Suddenly the place you hang out
At the bank they're polite
But they don't give me anything
The same politeness as snakes
The days are long, they don't want to end
The lights are almost all out
The union calls for another mobilization
For the ones still in there
What did I do to deserve so much?
I'm sorry if I won't give you enough
I'm sorry if I'll ask you for patience
And the other day I saw the boss
His eyes were swollen, his jacket needed ironing
He saw me, turned away, he was sick
His eyes were empty, his beard needed shaving
Hell is only a matter of heat
How come I feel the chill in my bones?
What do you do with a man who doesn't have a job?
Of all those 'I'd like to but I can't'?
You should see how dark it is under this sun
But it's much better if you don't see anything
You should see where somebody's thoughts end up
You should see, love, how scary they are
I'm sorry if I offer you so little
I wanted to give you everything I should have
What did I do to deserve so much
I'm sorry if I won't give you enough
I'm sorry if I'll ask you for patience