With my idle hands
There's nothing I can do
But be the Devil's plaything, Baby

And know that I've been used
Your 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 old eyes don't look the same
They've seen better, Baby, in the light
Just like stones, like me

They work for my eyes
Growing through mine



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
But your old eyes don't look the same
They've seen heaven, Baby, in denial

Just like stones, like me
Work for mine,
Work for mine