1. IDLE HANDS [Style: 90s skate punk, slacker horror, fast live drums, dirty melodic guitars, sudden stop-start accents, dark minor verse, explosive melodic chorus, soft clean male voice, clear diction, dry vocal, upfront, natural, mid-range, warm, melodic, no rasp, no autotune, no vocal effects, 168 bpm] [Door In: quiet, almost conversational] The tab is still open I need one fucking beer I get up from the chair The kitchen should be here I open the wrong door The floor disappears I fall through the frame And land somewhere else [Verse 1] A boy is standing barefoot There is blood across the tiles He keeps saying he's sorry Like he's said it all the time A bottle in his right hand His friend is on the floor One swing, one crack, one silence Then something hits the door I freeze beside the fridge I don't know what I see A hand is moving by itself And nobody looks at me [Pre-Chorus] He says he didn't do it The hand keeps moving anyway I came here for a fucking beer I should have stayed away [Chorus] Idle hands They don't stop when you run Idle hands They keep moving when you're done Blood on the floor Blood on my shoes I only wanted one beer What the fuck did I choose? [Verse 2] The dead man starts to whisper Then the other one gets up There is blood inside his mouth He reaches for the cup The hand grabs someone outside Fingers close around her throat The room becomes a slaughterhouse And nobody can cope A woman comes through screaming With a knife between her hands He cuts the fucking thing away And blood runs where I stand The severed hand hits the floor It twitches in the red Then crawls across the kitchen Like it knows where I am headed [Pre-Chorus] It finds my fucking shoelace I kick it off the floor It crawls back through the blood I don't want this anymore [Chorus] Idle hands They don't stop when you run Idle hands They keep moving when you're done Blood on the floor Blood on my shoes I only wanted one beer What the fuck did I choose? [Bridge: guitars drop, drums tighten] The lights go white The screaming stops A school dance starts Then bodies drop Music Blood A wall of red I turn around Someone is dead I don't even know who [Door Out] Bathroom door Wrong fucking door I open it I fall through The hand stays behind me A telephone rings I hit the ground [End: hard cut, distant telephone ringing]
