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Albums:

Tool Muziq (Pastor Troy) · Tool Box (Aaron Tippin) · Love You Tool (MihayLove) · Behind the Tool-Shed (Kitten in Manville) · A Gothic Acoustic Tribute to Tool (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Anotomica: The String Quartet Tribute to Tool (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Third Eye Open: The String Tribute to Tool (Eric Gorfain) · Power Tool Stigmata (Godhead) · Tool Box (Calexico) · Metamorphic: The String Quartet Tribute to Tool, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 41 other albums »


A man is known by his tools
I earn my keep with my tools
Fools, you fools, you fools, you fools
You will not touch my tools
I want to know what
Only tools and corpses in an easy game
I find live people and I play with them
I love a scaloel or a stitch or too
And the way they cry
Iron birds of fortune
Adrift above the skies
Cloudy revelations
Unseen by naked eyes

Flying tools of torment
Will penetrate the sphere
Erupt
to last
Like church bells and bridges, and baseball on grass
Like Ferguson tractors and Lucchese boots
My daddy's old tools I still use

The pledge
Tools of separation

Reviving the dead
Confined by virtue

This pain is haunting me
Nightmares are hunting me
This is no way of life
I can't
created by corruption the
Whisperes dispersing uncertainty a savage provoked by mankind the ultimate tool of
Conspiracy assigned by a mind deceit
aunt and Constantine D'Amato was all he ever had

But he found his pot of gold consequently came Given's
When they broke up it was him that was
Mama's in her kitchen
She's stirrin' in a pot
Daddy's sittin' waiting to see what she's got
He's sitting by the fireplace with his hands on his
We throw our loupes, our little phone
Our lovely shorts, oh marmalade fires

We throw our folds, our pots and pans
Our dirty planks, oh marmalade
talk straight
And that of late it's been my lot to be afraid
To remember you by anything
But memories I already keep

So put another pot o' tea
talk straight
And that of late it's been my lot to be afraid
To remember you by anything
But memories I already keep

So put another pot o' tea
A platable reality prepared behind doors
Safe for the masses who care for more

Submission's the tool used against us

Consumed by the dollar the greed it
I see you standing there
With your cannibal's eyes
A meal is coming
It's wandering by

X-machine
A room a cube
Laid before me
Is a murderer's
don't talk straight
And that of late it's been my lot to be afraid
To remember you by anything
But memories I already keep.

So put on another pot o'
a dollar against this next line"

I said, "don't let the sunshine fool ya
Don't let the bluebirds tool ya
Don't let the women do ya
Put your hand in mine"
run, crab, 

     here comes grandma

     carrying a stew pot

     and she's learned to make fire

     by rubbing two stones in the sand
Mama's in her kitchen
She's stirrin' in a pot
Daddy's sittin' waiting to see what she's got
He's sitting by the fireplace with his hands on his
Shakedown
Don't give him spikenard or pot in the crackpoint viewpoints
Shakedown
Give me the 
Give me the teacher said

Shakedown
Induces death by
aunt and Constantine D'Amato was all he ever had

But he found his pot of gold consequently came Given's
When they broke up it was him that was
In bed sittin' and readin'
By the T. V. light
Stay away from the window
Thunder and lightenin'

And the rain, the rain keeps fallin' down
That's
both sides
Canned food
Manmade tools
Lanacane, band aids, mandrake root
Bindle on a broomstick, pancaked shoes
And a handshake-proof campaign, can’t
Let us now praise a carpenter and the things that he made
And the way that he lived by the tools of his trade
I can still hear his hammer singing
heart

Bopping down by the whirlpool
I met a girl she was god's tool
I said girl wouldn't you like to rock
But could it give me love
Give me little love
from her heart 

Bopping down by the whirlpool 
I met a girl she was god's tool 
I said girl wouldn't you like to rock 
But could it give me love
can't get by, boy

Don't let the sunshine fool you
And don't let the bluebirds tool ya
And don't let the women do ya
Put your hand in mine

Don't