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Idle Hands

This song is by Fatso Jetson and appears on the album Idle Hands (2016).

I know you're reaching when you're stealing those lines
Dramatic fragments of the darkest of times
Heavy headed, you're hoping for rain
There's no inspiration while you circle the drain

Sunday driver, the sun in your eyes
Gears are grinding, ignoring the signs
Burnt and branded, but stuck in the sand
At least I can hold you with these idle hands
You say you're loyal to the royal palms
Brilliant blood-sucker, you can do no wrong
Shape-shifting in the painted hills
One bun herder with the hard, cheap thrills

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