Testo di Idle Hands

I felt a wave Of such tremendous shame Stirring up my brain And now its pouring out my ears Out my ears I guess I need to sleep Its been about a week Its mixing up my dreams And now they happen in the day In the day If God loves us And God leads us The devil's yanking my chain This fever Gets sweaty My temperature is steady but In my head I'm dying If idle hands are the devil's playthings Well I can't write what I'm not saying If he wants to play let's let him play If I were to find My habits on the line I'd dropped this wasted time and pick up something else Deep within my mind There's something on the vine A song that I can write That isn't full of shame Just put the bottle down I'm your burden Pour your spirit out Cause all you think about Is what you would be if you had some balls And why don't you use 'em now If God loves us And God leads us The devil's yanking my chain This fever Gets sweaty My temperature is steady but in my head I'm dying If idle hands are the devil's playthings Well I can't write what im not saying If he wants to play let's let him play If he wants to play let's let him play