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