Stuck to the dog, pissin' out both ends
I got a hundred lethal weapons that I call my friends
Ain't a person on Earth who could take my life
I wish they would so a man could get some sleep at night
But my design is a mixture of descent and decay
I see a monster in the mirror fucking everyday
Can a man ever wash his hands of blood?
Perpetual deja vu, isn't that enough?

Peel back the layers... and see what I've become
Satisfied? Now I feel nothing
Stay away - I swear it wasn't me!

See if you can relish if you close both eyes
Every time I make an issue of it, someone dies
Carried out like a hit man, set in stone
Don't know why I even bother to be left alone
In my opinion, it's a self-serving fucked-up phase
Got a picture in my wallet that I keep, in case I
Gotta go, gotta split, gotta make it to a higher level than this
But I could be wrong, what I say is wrong, what I really want to say is:

Peel back the layers... and see what I've become
Satisfied? Now I feel nothing
Stay away - I swear it wasn't me!

Run------ it doesn't matter,
I need all the miracles that I can gather
Run------ I can't pretend
I put myself in idle hands again

Here's how it ends, just a bit too soon
River deep in all the shit I let myself get into
Doesn't anybody like it here?
Blank looks, television drama and no fear
Let another person fuck with your mind
I bet you become the person who will fuck in time
Man I just stopped caring, the music is blaring
I feel you glaring, WHY WON'T YOU STOP STARING?

Peel back the layers... and see what I've become
Satisfied? Now I feel nothing
Stay away - I swear it wasn't me!

Run------ it doesn't matter
I need all the miracles that I can gather
Run------ I can't pretend
I put myself in idle hands again

GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!!

It could have been any boy
It could have been any girl
But I'm glad it was me
I'm glad it was you
Met a girl from Austin in Dallas
Met a girl I won't soon forget her
Sat down to write her a letter I wrote this song instead
These idle hands They do the Devil's work
These idle hands
They do a whole lot worse
I bet you've got a boy back in Austin baby
But I'm not asking

Chaos discontent I'm a lunatic
Thirty days in the street is how I'm doing it
A life of no money a quart of Cisco
The horses are loose I got mine let's go
The enemy would not expect an attack at this hour
The moon is a sliver the darkness gives me power
Come and find me I'm gonna be here
Come and find me I like it
Spent some time in a shelter down on Webster
you think I'm going back you must be joking
If I ever forget how bad it was to be homeless
I must still be high from the dope I was smoking
LAST NIGHT I WAS THINKING
EARLY MORNING DRINKING
THE DEVIL'S GOT WORK FOR
IDLE HANDS
Spent some time in a shelter down on Webster
you think I'm going back you must be joking
If I ever forget how bad it was to be homeless
I must still be high from the dope I was smoking
LAST NIGHT IW WAS THINKING
EARLY MORNING DRINKING
THE DEVIL'S GOT WORK FOR
IDLE HANDS

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