One more trip up to the lake Fish are rotting in the sun I slip the knife into its depths There's nowhere left for me to run Federales on my trail Someone out there knows my face I can't fight the urge no more I might as well get me a taste
And you know that idle hands are made for devil's work And I ain't done nothing well, to keep them from around your throat
With red hands and black deeds Ain't no flowers left, only weeds There's an RSVP with the law Mayhem and me
Now my work is almost done They'll take my breath but not my deeds Before they come and dig this grave They'll see my face in every dream
And you know that idle hands are made for devil's work I ain't done nothing all day, to keep 'em from around your throat
With red hands and black deeds Ain't no flowers left, only weeds There's an RSVP with the law Mayhem and me
Red hands feed my rage By the sound of a thousand horns I come and Black deeds steal my resolve For I know that it must be done The trophies sink like a stone, sink like a stone Driving in the halls of Davy Jones
(And you know) That idle hands are made for devil's work And I ain't done nothing all day, to keep 'em from around your throat
With the red hands and black deeds Ain't no flowers left, only weeds There's an RSVP with the law, mayhem RSVP with the law, mayhem and meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
