My idle hands- There's nothing I can do But be the Devil's plaything, baby And know that I've been used
Her 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 eyes don't look the same They seem enervated, in denial Cast like stones- Like you been 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 Devil's plaything Into this ReckoningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.