Idle Hands-The Gutter Twins

With my idle hands Theres nothing I can do But be the Devils 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 makers move And your old eyes don't look the same Theyve 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 Devils plaything into this reckoning Let your hands do what they will do Stand inside; make your makers move But your old eyes don't look the same Theyve seen heaven, Baby, in denial Just like stones, like me Work for mine, Work for mine