Aren't you tired of the way boys who feel feel?

All folded arms and compliments

In pain to feign their innocence

When what they really want is

What you really want is

Not written on the bathroom stall

Or pleasures more mechanical or manual

It's worse than them all

In the kilt that you kept

Out of guilt that you let

All your fathers down

You were bold for a joke

But it went too well

Now you're going to hell

Oh well

Now we're going to hell

You could lie to me now but you won't

I could try to be shy but I'm not

'Cause where you're going

I want to be there

And there's no use stopping

When the flames jump so near

In the street where we met

After everyone left

You wouldn't say goodbye

You were bold for a joke

But it went too well

Now we're going to hell

Oh well

Now we're going to hell

You can dance on a Saturday night

Till the light's come on and the morning's young

But when church bells ring, you'll go off to him

And tell everything

I know you had such good intentions

When you took my idle hand

What came next, well, I think you can guess

It doesn't end well

We're going to hell

Yeah, we're going to hell