I've got tools for this and tools for that
Tools that'll do all kinds of crap
They're in bins and boxes piled high
But it seems I can never satisfy

The need to knock things over
The desire to chop things down
The drive to knock the heck out of stuff
And bury it deep in the ground

No matter how many you steal or buy
There'll always be another that'll catch your eye
Don't give me none of that moderation stuff
Cuz ya know that more will never be enough