Track byThe Smiths
All men have secrets and here is mine So let it be known We have been through hell and high tide I can surely rely on you And yet you start to recoil Heavy words are so lightly thrown Still I'd leap in front of a flying bullet for you So, what difference does it make? So, what difference does it make? Well, it makes none but now you have gone And you must be looking very old tonight The devil will find work for idle hands to do I stole and I lied, why? because you asked me to But now you make feel so ashamed Because I've only got two hands Well, I'm still fond of you, uh-ho-ho So, what difference does it make? Oh, what difference does it make? Oh, it makes none but now you have gone And your prejudice won't keep you warm tonight Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do I stole and I lied just because you asked me to But you know the truth about me you won't see me anymore But I'm still fond of you, uh-ho-ho But no more apologies, no more No more apologies I'm too tired, I'm so very tired And I'm feeling very sick and ill today But I'm still fond of you, uh-ho-ho Oh, my sacred one Oh... The devil will find work for idle hands to do The devil will find work for idle hands to do The devil will find work for idle hands to do The devil will find work for idle hands to do