Idle Hands - Skold

It doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or if you’re right

Stand and deliver

It makes no difference if it’s black or if it’s white

Shade is always bigger

It doesn’t matter if it’s cold or if it’s hot

Just pull the trigger

You’re always running but you never know the way

You’re always stopping by but never here to stay

These are idle hands

These are idle hands

There are no options in the valley of the weak

No indecision

You can’t escape when that’s the pleasure that you seek

This is religion

You’re always running but you never know the way

You’re always stopping by but never here to stay

These are idle hands, and there we ride again

A middle finger caravan, these are idle hands