paroles de chanson Blood Trophies - Shaman's Harvest
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
(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
RSVP
with
the
law,
mayhem
and
me
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