Blood Trophies

One more trip up to the lake Fish are rotting in the sun I slip the knife into its depths There's nowhere left for me to run Federales on my trail Someone out there knows my face But I can't fight the urge no more I might as well get me a taste And you know that idle hands are made for devil's work And I ain't done nothing well, to keep them from around your throat With red hands and black deeds Ain't no flowers left, only weeds There's an RSVP with the law Mayhem and me Now my work is almost done They'll take my breath but not my deeds Before they come and dig this grave They'll see my face in every dream And you know that idle hands are made for devil's work I ain't done nothing all day, to keep 'em from around your throat With red hands and black deeds Ain't no flowers left, only weeds There's an RSVP with the law Mayhem and me Red hands feed my rage By the sound of a thousand horns I come and Black deeds steal my resolve For I know that it must be done The trophies sink like a stone, sink like a stone Driving in the halls of Davy Jones (And you know) That idle hands are made for devil's work And I ain't done nothing all day, to keep 'em from around your throat With the red hands and black deeds Ain't no flowers left, only weeds There's an RSVP with the law, mayhem An RSVP with the law, mayhem and me