Happy hour

I know a boy.
He's going to marry the woman he no longer loves.
I know a boy.
He's going to marry the woman he no longer loves.
And it's hard, hard, hard to see through the dark of this fuck of a town.
And her heart, heart, heart is black as the tar holding him down.

I know something.
It's going to happen between a girl and a boy.
I know something.
It's going to happen between a girl and a boy.
Should I tell? Tell? Tell?
It's neither the time nor my place to say.
But this hell.
Hell.
Hell is going to burn - cool down one day.

I'd tell you about it but you won't understand.
I'd tell you about it but you won't understand.
When I record with my other band it's like getting high with another girl's man.
It's like getting caught in shit like only I can.
Got a graze on my face and a rash on my hand.
I'd tell you about it but you won't understand.