Idle time by The New Mastersounds Lyrics
Two little bad boys sitting on the wall
Looking over the big bad city
Exchanging ideas about making some dough
Any way they can and quickly
And one he ain’t too fussed about the crust
Just a groat of cake’d do him fine
Blessed with an inkling
But the other’s into sprinkling - he’s after anything that shines
“Now here’s an idea -
Just hear me out before you shoot it down,” says the hyper of the two
Reels off a plan to beat the scam of all scams
Involving a truckload of booze
Now you know that girl with peroxide curls
You know the one who does the cheques who’s pretty?
We’ll bring her in and we’ll be living like kings
We don’t need no gun with them titties
Now hold up, slow down, wait a minute, let me finish -
Boy you must be mad
I’d rather be free and poor than behind a steel door
Man, think of that
Now you know those moments
When the Devil comes along and sits right on your shoulder?
Contemplation station got you standing at the crossroads
Trying to win you over
The grass looks greener, the meat looks leaner
Tired of tasting the same, you want something sweeter
And you know better, but it won’t let ya
It’s knocking at the door, like a rent collector…
It’s the way of the Maker, human nature
Idle time, don’t let the Devil persuade ya
Stand your ground
Take a look around
Don’t see no bad man wearing the crown
Head up don’t look down
Don’t turn crook now
Just keep your head to the skies
And if you can’t do the time
Than don’t do the crime –
Idle time, the Devil’s playground
Two little bad boys staking out the liquor truck;
The decoy arrived on time
Fishnets, tight vest, boots to the thighs
Yes she stepped to the driver with the line:
“Can you help me mister?” said the young sister
“There’s something wrong with my ride.”
“Why yes!” With a flash he leapt from the dash
With his eyes all big and wide
Now the two boys crept into the cab of the truck
While she kept his gaze on her thighs
One put his foot to the floor, the other opened the door
Put out his hand and got the girl in the ride
Tires all screeching, Bouncing off the seat, saying
Shut up, stop your screaming. This ain’t no time for preaching
Hold tight, red light, buckle up, nearly there
Next thing you know flashing blue in the mirror...
Now you know those moments
When the Devil comes along and sits right on your shoulder?
Contemplation station got you standing at the crossroads
Trying to win you over
The grass looks greener, the meat looks leaner
Tired of tasting the same, you want something sweeter
And you know better, but it won’t let ya
It’s knocking at the door, like a rent collector…
Two little bad boys and their decoy
Abandon the truck and run
Go take off them boots come on up on the roof
Hurry now or our days are done
Next thing you know like rabbits in a headlamp
A beam of light came from the sky
Circling around, come on, keep your heads down!
Damn! Who said pigs can’t fly?
Now the chopper picked ‘em up on the heat-seeking cam
Man – damn you and your stupid scams!
Was it the Devil on your shoulder, the one like I told ya?
Should of walked and been the better man
Now they’re all under lock and key
You don’t see ‘em on that wall no more
The grass is overgrown, man they should be at home
Instead of behind a million-thick brick wall
Dear little bad boy…
Well few has changed and here in the big bad city
Yeah I’m still rocking mics and spreading your advice
But you know sometimes it’s a pity
Now you know those moments
When the Devil comes along and sits right on your shoulder?
Contemplation station got you standing at the crossroads
Trying to win you over
The grass looks greener, the meat looks leaner
Tired of tasting the same, you want something sweeter
And you know better, but it won’t let ya
It’s knocking at the door, like a rent collector…
It’s the way of the Maker, human nature
Idle time, don’t let the Devil persuade ya
Stand your ground
Take a look around
Don’t see no bad man wearing the crown
Head up don’t look down
Don’t turn crook now
Just keep your head to the skies
And if you can’t do the time
Than don’t do the crime –
Idle time, the Devil’s playground
Damn those moment when the devil comes along…
It’s the way of the maker…
Idle time the devil’s playground
Idle time , idle time, idle time the devil’s playground
Looking over the big bad city
Exchanging ideas about making some dough
Any way they can and quickly
And one he ain’t too fussed about the crust
Just a groat of cake’d do him fine
Blessed with an inkling
But the other’s into sprinkling - he’s after anything that shines
“Now here’s an idea -
Just hear me out before you shoot it down,” says the hyper of the two
Reels off a plan to beat the scam of all scams
Involving a truckload of booze
Now you know that girl with peroxide curls
You know the one who does the cheques who’s pretty?
We’ll bring her in and we’ll be living like kings
We don’t need no gun with them titties
Now hold up, slow down, wait a minute, let me finish -
Boy you must be mad
I’d rather be free and poor than behind a steel door
Man, think of that
Now you know those moments
When the Devil comes along and sits right on your shoulder?
Contemplation station got you standing at the crossroads
Trying to win you over
The grass looks greener, the meat looks leaner
Tired of tasting the same, you want something sweeter
And you know better, but it won’t let ya
It’s knocking at the door, like a rent collector…
It’s the way of the Maker, human nature
Idle time, don’t let the Devil persuade ya
Stand your ground
Take a look around
Don’t see no bad man wearing the crown
Head up don’t look down
Don’t turn crook now
Just keep your head to the skies
And if you can’t do the time
Than don’t do the crime –
Idle time, the Devil’s playground
Two little bad boys staking out the liquor truck;
The decoy arrived on time
Fishnets, tight vest, boots to the thighs
Yes she stepped to the driver with the line:
“Can you help me mister?” said the young sister
“There’s something wrong with my ride.”
“Why yes!” With a flash he leapt from the dash
With his eyes all big and wide
Now the two boys crept into the cab of the truck
While she kept his gaze on her thighs
One put his foot to the floor, the other opened the door
Put out his hand and got the girl in the ride
Tires all screeching, Bouncing off the seat, saying
Shut up, stop your screaming. This ain’t no time for preaching
Hold tight, red light, buckle up, nearly there
Next thing you know flashing blue in the mirror...
Now you know those moments
When the Devil comes along and sits right on your shoulder?
Contemplation station got you standing at the crossroads
Trying to win you over
The grass looks greener, the meat looks leaner
Tired of tasting the same, you want something sweeter
And you know better, but it won’t let ya
It’s knocking at the door, like a rent collector…
Two little bad boys and their decoy
Abandon the truck and run
Go take off them boots come on up on the roof
Hurry now or our days are done
Next thing you know like rabbits in a headlamp
A beam of light came from the sky
Circling around, come on, keep your heads down!
Damn! Who said pigs can’t fly?
Now the chopper picked ‘em up on the heat-seeking cam
Man – damn you and your stupid scams!
Was it the Devil on your shoulder, the one like I told ya?
Should of walked and been the better man
Now they’re all under lock and key
You don’t see ‘em on that wall no more
The grass is overgrown, man they should be at home
Instead of behind a million-thick brick wall
Dear little bad boy…
Well few has changed and here in the big bad city
Yeah I’m still rocking mics and spreading your advice
But you know sometimes it’s a pity
Now you know those moments
When the Devil comes along and sits right on your shoulder?
Contemplation station got you standing at the crossroads
Trying to win you over
The grass looks greener, the meat looks leaner
Tired of tasting the same, you want something sweeter
And you know better, but it won’t let ya
It’s knocking at the door, like a rent collector…
It’s the way of the Maker, human nature
Idle time, don’t let the Devil persuade ya
Stand your ground
Take a look around
Don’t see no bad man wearing the crown
Head up don’t look down
Don’t turn crook now
Just keep your head to the skies
And if you can’t do the time
Than don’t do the crime –
Idle time, the Devil’s playground
Damn those moment when the devil comes along…
It’s the way of the maker…
Idle time the devil’s playground
Idle time , idle time, idle time the devil’s playground