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