These Idle Hands

On the couch on a sunny day
on the couch on a sunny evening
and the work's been put away

I don't own an ounce of wisdom
never been to the ivory tower
I don't think that you believe it
when I say that I'm devoid of power

If you want to find the truly sublime
you're looking in the wrong direction
I'm just a skinflint, a liar and a layabout
your number one dirty little charlatan

But it's alright coz you only believe me when I lie
some men call me a scoundrel, others a magician
I'm just your average good-for-nothing
making good on the nothing I've been given

And I'll take you on a journey
yes I'll take you on a magic trip
I'm not so hot on navigation
but I can certainly crack the whip

Coz I'm your mister nice guy
but underneath it's bad
I'm your nasty mister nice guy
The best they've ever had

Hey there, do you know me
If you did you would disown me
Hey there are you confident
I've got everything you need

I don't care what you want to wear
I'm not always comfortable in my skin
You want a little piece of me
I don't have all that much to win

But my deception goes a long way
what more can I say - you're the headhunter and I'm the servant
If you can't see through little old me
you sure as hell aint that observant

But it's okay, it's alright
you only believe me when I lie
I'm on easy street tonight
Played the hand they dealt
and it served me right

It's always a sunny day when you know how to play
I'm so sorry but you can't stay
I have very special company to keep
Go on home and get some sleep
Stay right here and you might weep

Oh I'm a cliche
and I'm a cheeky clown
I'm the one who picks you up
whenever you fall down

Breathe in hard, it's hard to swallow
go on now, don't want to follow
the path of the lonesome crow
If you knew me as well as you think you do
you'd tell me where to go

If you're looking for the lovely and sublime
you're looking in the wrong direction
I have poison in my veins, play only cruel games
take a seat and I will treat you to a strange infection

These idle hands will be the death of you
coz playing with the devil is all I really do
do you really want to score, do you want to know some more
run along home now, little one
It's past your bed time, lock your door

On the couch on s sunny day
on the couch on a sunny evening
and the work's been put away...

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