Lyrics
Feeling good all day
Like he’d gotten away
With something
Slithered away with something
When evening came
Something hit his soft heart strong
And before long
He didn’t feel safe
Wanting what you just can’t get
And you never can get much
Yet still…you want so much
You want so much
Hell’s so funny
Til it’s closing in on you
The hell of a man
Laid out before him
A perpetual performance
Everywhere he turns
Passions burn
Never give you anything
And you never can get much
Yet you want so much
You want so much
Hell’s so funny
Til it’s closing in on you
The hell of a man
The hell of a man
Hell’s so funny
Til it’s closing in on you
Hustle every angle
Who’s watching the prize
Take candy from the baby’s mouth
Replace it with lies
The coffee pot was empty
Down to my last cigarette
And yes, oh yes
Just one match left
For all of us who started the game
With a crooked cue
Who wanted so much (and got so little)
Who wanted so much (and got so little)
Who wanted so much (and got so little)
Who wanted so much (and got so little)
Hell’s so funny
Til it’s closing in on you
Schools where I learned win without trying
Spotlights where I learned to soar without flying
Silence where I learned to weep without crying
I’m doing the best that I can
The hell of a man