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 (hey)

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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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

Songwriter(s): Gregory E Dulli
Copyright: Kali Nichta Music
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