The 8th Ring of Hell

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 (x2)

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