"Idle Hands" as written by and Gregory E Dulli Mark Lanegan....
With my idle hands there's nothing I can't do
But be the Devil?s 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 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
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 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 seem enervated, in denial
Cast like stones like you been rode for miles
Rode for miles


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"Idle Hands" as written by Gregory E Dulli Mark Lanegan

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    General CommentFrom the official website, the lyrics are:

    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 Reckoning
    Uraniumon December 10, 2008   Link

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