The 8th Ring of Hell -Thee more shallows
I'd sit on my hands if it'd do any good
Cause what I do is not what I should
And I always say that I'm a stand-up guy
Which implies that I can walk as well
The eighth ring of hell is full of flatters and pandas
I'm one or both although it hardly matters
Cause when I leave I'm gonna catch fire
In a terrible sky that from far away
Lights up the walls of your new kitchen
While you're busy knitting and forgetting
And now I guess it's time to say so long
But I'm not sure that I'm saying goodbye goodbye
I'm saying goodbye
I'm saying goodbye
But I still want to try I just can't decide
I don't want to leave
I miss your hands and your little feet
For several times I've been driven to cheat upon you
That's more than enough there's just one thing to do