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[Verse 1]
Make your choice is it cold or hot shoulder
Im sworn to secrecy, code of stock holders
(We're doomed)
Spit in the hand shake.. nose to foldgers
Throw a little extra salt shaken over the shoulder
Fuck grover
Norquest and the waiter
They lack that organ that rests north of the equator
(We're doomed)
Went off the radar
Now here to cater
Sauce with extra capers
Now guess who caught the vapors?
Nobody beats him
But this ain't no competition
Beware of the overflow in your pot to piss in
And open up the window before you throw it out
Could it be so simple
To set fire to your doubts
(We're doomed)
Gods in the foxhole?
Well devils in the details
Dodge all the pot holes
Pace of a sea snail
They say that idle hands are the devils tools
Well I wonder where we'll all be
When the metal cools
Its up to who?

[Chorus]
Its up to who?
Its up to you?
(We're doomed)
You're such a fool

[Verse 2]
Avoid the head swell
Dont listen to the chatter
Dont deal with death well
Or life for that matter
(We're doomed)
No chaperones
In the depths of these catacomvs
Seems that this mad hatter got pertinent data wrong
(We're doomed)
But he avoided execution
Dilute polutants
In search of retribution
Lets the truth in
In small doses
Neurosis
At the core
Fog of war
Its difficult to focus
Boggled by the world as it topples
Searching for solutions at the bottom of some bottles
See the first one to fall was the first one to wobble
Hit the throttle to avoid the impending boondoggle
From the cobble stone streets to the green front lawn
To the coddled and weak to the seasoned and strong
They say that idle hands are the devils tools
Well I wonder where we'll all be
When that metal cools
Its up to who?

[Chorus]
Its up to who?
Really you?
Shit we're all doomed

We're all doomed
We're all doomed

(We're doomed)

[Verse 3]
Todays was the day that the mayans said
Lying or procrastinating earthly doom that lies ahead
(We're doomed)
See the sillouettes… shapes of ravens
Praying to the shaman for sunlight and safe haven
(We're doomed)
Instead got the dark grave and
Just another brother in the midst of modern day slave trading
They say that idle hands are the devils tools
Well I wonder where we'll all be
Once the metal cools
These idle hands are the devils tools
I wonder where we'll all be
Once the metal cools
Its nothing new