Songtext von Idle Hands

It doesn't matter if you're wrong or if you're right Stand and deliver It makes no difference if it's black or if it's white Shade is always bigger It doesn't matter if it's cold or if it's hot Just pull the trigger You're always running but you never know the way You're always stopping by but never here to stay These are idle hands These are idle hands There are no options in the valley of the weak No indecision You can't escape when that's the pleasure that you seek This is religion You're always running but you never know the way You're always stopping by but never here to stay These are idle hands, and there we ride again A middle finger caravan, these are idle hands These are idle hands, and there we ride again A middle finger caravan, these are idle hands