Shaman’s Harvest - Blood Trophies lyrics

[Verse 1] One more trip up to the lake Fish are rotten in the sun I slip the knife into these 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 from devil’s work And I ain’t done nothing well, keep them from around your throat [Chorus] With red hands and black deeds Ain’t no flowers left, only weeds There’s an RSVP with the law Damning me [Verse 2] 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, keep ’em from around your throat [Chorus] With red hands and black deeds Ain’t no flowers left, only weeds There’s an RSVP with the law Damning me Red hands feed my rage By the sound of a thousand horns I come and Black deeds fuel my resolve for I know that it must be done The trophies seemed like a stone, seemed like a stone Driving in halls of Davy Jones (And you know) That idle hands are made from devil’s work And I ain’t done nothing all day, keep ’em from around your throat [Chorus] With the red hands and black deeds Ain’t no flowers left, only weeds There’s an RSVP with the law, damning RSVP with the law, damning me