Escaping the twilight, drinking till sunrise   I never thought a head like this would persist   I could be dead at 33 like Belushi   Drain myself away like Hancock in Sydney      Who knows? Who cares?   Who'll remember anyway?      Welcome to hell   Spend your time in hell   I could try to change it but it suits me too well   A not so private hell      You feed my hunger but drown all my senses   In the satisfaction stakes, it's like sitting on the number nine bus   I can't stop me, you can't stop me, I can't stop me, you can't stop me   One's too many, ten's not enough      Welcome to hell   Spend your time in hell   I could try to change it but it suits me too well   A not so private hell, welcome to hell      Feels good to be back with Charlie and Hattie and my memory lapse   Welcome to hell, welcome to hell, welcome to hell