Idle Hands - Gutter Twins

With my idle hands

There’s nothing I can do But be the Devil’s plaything, Baby

And know that I’ve been used

Your lips are cold, they suffer me They drag me under, Baby

Into your suffering

Let your hands do what they will do Stand inside, make your maker’s move

And your old eyes don’t look the same

They’ve seen better, Baby, in the light

Just like stones, like me They work for my eyes

Growing through mine

My eyes have seen

They have been shown

This is an occupation

To stand alone

I suffer you

You suffer me We are the Devil’s plaything into this reckoning

Let your hands do what they will do Stand inside;

make your maker’s move

But your old eyes don’t look the same

They’ve seen heaven, Baby, in denial

Just like stones, like me Work for mine,

Work for mine