Hell Songtext
von Ringlefinch

As a young man I said to my father
"I′m leaving here today
I've got my meagre means all packed
And I′m gonna make my own way
There's nothing you have done in there
There's 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 naivety is no one′s fool
Naivety knows best


I'm going to hell
Any way that I can
I′m going to hell
For I am an innocent man
I'm going to hell
Come catch me if you can

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 and 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


The shape of the thing is not the thing
Is a 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 as I can
I'm going to hell
I am a glib old charlatan
I′m going to hell
Come catch me if you can