E-Tool lyrics

Big holes, a small shovel

Made for compact transport

Sturdy, weighing heavy

So much as to endure on

Like using a spoon to dig

An olympic pool it seems

When you're under the gun...fire

A helmet's too small for a turtle

A very small piece of security

That worn wisely on the backside

Affords but a patch of protection

To ward away that evil shrapnel

Its sharpened corregated edge

Used to cut without discretion

To chop things up, or down

That pinging invites incoming

Lifesaving, a secure foxhole

Sanctuaries in the earth

Bags of sand to cushion

The blasts of ordinance

Equalizing, the destiny of dirt

For those who could not

Retain their mortal bounds

Now resting in the soil

An eraser with which to right

The worst of our blunders

To stash away foul offenses

Beneath a blanket of sod

Torment, a multitude of doses

The dirt that mocks efforts

To extend life, to cheat death

Humility remains uninterred

The little black shovel pinging

Compact, collapsible, entrenching judge

That brings light to darkness

And burys our mistakes, our fears