Idle Hands Songtext
von Shane Tutmarc

I swallow my spit and I swallow my pride
I′m trying to eat my shadow in the day time
Coz when the night does fall
My troubles don't seem so small
These idle hands do the devil′s work

I lie to myself and I tell you the truth
I've broken every promise that I've made to you
Now the curtain is torn
It′s the calm before the storm
These idle hands do the devil′s work


These idle hands...
Do the devil's work
These idle hands...
Do the devil′s work

I woke up early my gums were bleeding
My eyes were black, my chest was heaving
The mirror was cracked
And my bags were ready and packed
These idle hands do the devil's work

These idle hands...
Do the devil′s work
These idle hands...
Do the devil's work