Idle Hands Lyrics - Singles - The Gutter Twins

With my idle hands theres nothing I can't do 

But be the Devils plaything baby and know that Ive 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 eyes dont look the same 

They seem enervated, in denial 

Cast like stones like you been rode for miles 

Rode for miles 

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 

And your eyes don't look the same 

They seem enervated, in denial 

Cast like stones like you been rode for miles 

Rode for miles