Dot Edit Dot - Idle Hands

The Devil makes work
For idle hands to do
So keep 'em in the air
Whilst I say unto you

Behold my admission!
A testament to my art
Well, you knew I'd show up soon
And the party could start

Take a look around
This green and pleasant land of which you're proud
Take in my handiwork
Signs of which abound

Your shining place of worship
Be it church, bank or bar
Or devote your life to football
Or a shiny nice new car

But look a little deeper
Savour the irony
Of the pathetic, haggard youngster
Starving on your TV

But let's not ruin the party
We're here to rejoice!
At least the little urchin
Won't ruin things by raising his voice

Celebrate! Be merry!
I've always got new plans
And judging by the reaction
I won't be short of fans

You do the fire, I'll do brimstone
We'll do the rest on the fly
Cos The Well of Being Naughty
Is never running dry

I'm more of an ideas man
I'm happy to concede
All the blood is on your hands
It's you that does the deed

The Good Lord gives you what you like
But I give you what you need
As in the day you may fall in love
But here at night you breed

The Devil makes work
For idle hands to do
And baby I'm the one with horns
And I've got some work for you...

Written by:
Paul Crouchman

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