Time That Kills
The good Lord said man was made for working
Just put a hammer in his hands
Take it away and it'll start to break into a million little pieces
Everybody else be damned
He feels a different kind of anger
It's a fiery kind of rage
'Cuz getting by sure ain't no life
Just ask his kids and his ex wife
Since he lost a workin' wage
The devil loves some idle hands
He wanders through the dying lands
Like a lion looking for someone to kill
In the end your only hope
Is the power of some Holy Ghost
'Cuz it ain't the alcohol it ain't the pills
It's the time that kills
Politicians blame the preachers
And the preachers blame the Lord
Meanwhile out there in some holler
He's hanging up that old blue collar
'Cuz he don't need it anymore
The devil loves some idle hands
He wanders through the dying lands
Like a lion looking for someone to kill
In the end your only hope
Is the power of some Holy Ghost
'Cuz it ain't the alcohol it ain't the pills
It's the time that kills
In the valley of the shadows
Ain't no sheep here left to chase
Used to smell like a paper mill
It's a different kind of smoke that fills your lungs
Since the factory moved away
The devil loves some idle hands
He wanders through the dying lands
Like a lion looking for someone to kill
And in the end your only hope
Is the power of some Holy Ghost
'Cuz it ain't the alcohol it ain't the pills
It's the time that kills
Umm it's the time that kills
Oh ooh
The good Lord said man was made for working
Just put a hammer in his hands
Just put a hammer in his hands
Take it away and it'll start to break into a million little pieces
Everybody else be damned
He feels a different kind of anger
It's a fiery kind of rage
'Cuz getting by sure ain't no life
Just ask his kids and his ex wife
Since he lost a workin' wage
The devil loves some idle hands
He wanders through the dying lands
Like a lion looking for someone to kill
In the end your only hope
Is the power of some Holy Ghost
'Cuz it ain't the alcohol it ain't the pills
It's the time that kills
Politicians blame the preachers
And the preachers blame the Lord
Meanwhile out there in some holler
He's hanging up that old blue collar
'Cuz he don't need it anymore
The devil loves some idle hands
He wanders through the dying lands
Like a lion looking for someone to kill
In the end your only hope
Is the power of some Holy Ghost
'Cuz it ain't the alcohol it ain't the pills
It's the time that kills
In the valley of the shadows
Ain't no sheep here left to chase
Used to smell like a paper mill
It's a different kind of smoke that fills your lungs
Since the factory moved away
The devil loves some idle hands
He wanders through the dying lands
Like a lion looking for someone to kill
And in the end your only hope
Is the power of some Holy Ghost
'Cuz it ain't the alcohol it ain't the pills
It's the time that kills
Umm it's the time that kills
Oh ooh
The good Lord said man was made for working
Just put a hammer in his hands
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Writer(s): Michael Ray Farren, Addy Prado, Moose Miller
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