Idle Hands - Intellectual

I have felt a wave

Of such tremendous shame

It's stirring up my brain

And now it's pouring out my ears

I guess I need to sleep

It's been about a week

It's mixing up my dreams

And now they happen 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 drop this waste of time and pick up something else

But deep within my mind

There's something on the vine

A song that I can write that

Isn't full of shit

Just put the bottle down

You spilled some embers on the couch

And now you're burning down

The only ties that keep you on the ground

Pour your spirit out

'Cause all you think about is what you would be if you had some balls

Why don't you use 'em now