Idle+hands*

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I look out the window and stare at the sky, there’s nowhere I’m going today The men on the TV talk of numbers and crime, there seems so much more they could say Will the devil find some use for these idle hands Will the devil find some use for these i-i-idle hands

I walk to the milkbar, I see magazines, I’ve never seen so many false smiles They shout about actors and friends of the queen, and all of the things you can buy Will the devil find some use for these idle hands Will the devil find some use for these i-i-idle hands

I open the paper I read every word, I’ve got nothing better to do It seems that it’s only the bosses get heard, they say that the unions are through Will the devil find some use for these idle hands Will the devil find some use for these i-i-idle hands

Oh I guess I can sit here and shrink or get off my arse and make a stand Every day that passes I feel less of a man

I go to the pub and I sit at the bar, there’s more of us there every day We sit on our beers, they go flat in the glass, there’s anger spat out in the trays Will the devil find some use for these idle hands Will the devil find some use for these i-i-idle hands

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circa 1990 (c) Bob Keith