With  my  idle  hands

Theres  nothing  I  can  do

But  be  the  Devils  plaything,  Baby

And  know  that  Ive  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  makers  move

And  your  old  eyes  dont  look  the  same

Theyve  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  Devils  plaything  into  this  reckoning

Let  your  hands  do  what  they  will  do

Stand  inside;  make  your  makers  move

But  your  old  eyes  dont  look  the  same

Theyve  seen  heaven,  Baby,  in  denial

Just  like  stones,  like  me

Work  for  mine,

Work  for  mine