“It’s nothing you have done and there is nothing you can say”
“I’m going to Hell
Any way that I can
I’m going to Hell
For I am an honest man
I’m going to Hell
Come catch me if you can”
The first few steps were hardest
As I set out for the West
The weight of my expectations
Lay like suet in my chest
But naivete is no one’s fool, naivete knows best
I’m going to Hеll
Any way that I can
I’m going to Hell
For I am an innocent man
I’m going to Hell
Comе catch me if you can
So I picked up a guitar
And I learned to hold a tune
Wrote a couple of songs and a poem or two
On a rainy afternoon
Three chords and a handful of metaphors ripped off from Mills & Boon
I’m going to Hell
Any way that I can
I’m going to Hell
For I am an earnest man
I’m going to Hell
Come catch me if you can
I hide myself away
Behind this mask of pretty words
The longer that I wear it
The less it feels absurd
A cargo cult confessional like Robert Frost stuck in third
{Instrumental Bridge
The shape of the thing is not the thing
Is the lesson that I learned
You can’t cross a bridge when you come to it
If all your bridges have been burned
An early bird in the hand is worth a bush full of worms
And there’s a special place in Hell…
For the lyrically infirm…
I’m going to Hell
Any way that I can
I’m going to Hell
For I am a cynical man
I’m going to Hell
Come catch me if you can
I’m going to Hell
As quickly that I can
I’m going to Hell
I am a glib old charlatan
I’m going to Hell
Come catch me if you can
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Ringlefinch Lyrics – Hell