Why It's Cool
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Hey little
Too young to fight in Vietnam
I fought myself instead
I am classified as insane
By several angry ex-girlfriends
I danced my jig with kingdom come
My Holy Ghost is oblivion
Sorely vexed by sin
My church years about did me in
But everything's cool
'Cause it's all a tool
My mistakes are tools
My heartbreaks are tools
And as any old fool can tell you
The worth of a tool
Is in how you use it
Now my great-granddaddy was an engineer
Mama's papa was a drunk I hear
Pop sat crooked in a strip-back chair
Watching me get lost going here to there
A friend complained I was starry-eyed
An enemy claimed I never hit my stride
Oh, them years like a bumpy old circus ride
Left me more and more tall up inside
But everything's cool
'Cause my past is a tool
My fists are tools
My wits are tools
And as any old fool can tell you
The worth of a tool
Is in how you use it
Is in how you use it
Don't you know for all my love, for all my hate
For every sin I precipitate
Well, gravity depends on what I activate
'Cause I can activate hope or I can activate fear
Try to learn to smile at the stranger in the mirror
Though I know the map on my path ain't perfectly clear
It's time to make life be the train
And me be the engineer
So everything's cool
'Cause it's all a tool
My rejections are tools
My reflections are tools
My regrets are tools
Hell, my lost bets are tools
As any old fool can tell you
The worth of a tool
Is all in how you use it
It's all in how you use it