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

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

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

rsvp with the law

mayhem and me