Idle Hands Lyrics

with 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 see better, baby, in the night / denial ??
just like... (can't figure this bit out)....??
my eyes have seen
they have been shown
this is an occupation
to stand alone
i'll suffer you
you suffer me
we are the devil's plaything
into this reckoning...

let your hands do what they will do
stand inside, make your maker's move
and your eyes don't look the same
they see better, baby, in the night / denial ??
just like...