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 flatterers and panderers 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 good bye, good bye I'm saying goodbye (x2) But I still want to try, I just can't decide I don't wanna 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