Idle Hands کے بول

These idle hands full of will Go into the field I will yield Only dust and dew where they grew Empty bags Working mill Go into the field I will yield Only dust and dew where they grew Give my all Face the fall Now I fear all that's here Beg and cry Will I die? Is this a test? Is this a test? Is this a test? Is this a test? Take my best Laid to rest Take Take Take Take my best Laid to rest Take my best Go into the field I will yield Only dust and dew where they grew