Black Tar Roses - Idle Hands

They say idle hands make the devil's work
It's a well coined phrase but I'd have to agree
And I can see old Nick up there under the tree
As he curls up his lips and grins back at me
His eyes are piercing, they're as black as coal
He's reading my mind as the truth unfolds
Son, now why don't you take a chance
Come with me and let's have the last dance

Hold fast, hold me tight, hold me close
Hold fast while the devil claims my soul

My legs won't stop, my head starts to spin
The devil looks on and continues to grin
I want it to stop but I know it's too late
I wake up the next day dazed in a state
I tell myself that this could not have been,
Nothing more than a bizarre dream
And I ran with this idea for a short spell
But I started to wonder as I became unwell

Hold fast, hold me tight, hold me close
Hold fast while the devil claims my soul

Centuries have passed since the start of my plight
You see I traded my soul for eternal life
And it's plain to see that I don't look too well
It's plain to see that I'm living in hell
My face it holds an expression of pain
There's a skinny, stray dog there out in the rain
In the rise of the night, in the pale of the moon
Your eyes catch the shine from my blackened spoon

Hold fast, hold me tight, hold me close
Hold fast while the devil claims my soul
Hold fast, hold me tight, hold me close
Hold fast while the devil claims my soul
The devil claims my soul
While the devil claims my soul
While the devil claims my soul

Written by:
Darren Long

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