, it's not the torment of the flames That finally see your flesh corrupted It's the small humiliations that your memory piles up This is hell, this is hell, this is hell
shoot It's not the torment of the flames That finally see your flesh corrupted It's the small humiliations that your memory piles up This is hell, this is hell, this is hell
Vertaling: Elvis Costello. Dit is die hel.
It's not the torment of the flames That finally see your flesh corrupted It's the small humiliations that your memory piles up This is hell, this is hell, this is hell
