Construction & Destruction - Bonanza! Lyrics

So fuck you, fuck you
I’ve got a lot to do
Glue the soles back on my shoes
I have to take care of you
I’m so tired of the idiots
Who don’t get what we do
So I’m giving up on this
I’m giving up on you
When we first came together
We were waiting in line
We were in the long line
We were in the wrong line
We were waiting and pining
Being inappropriately kind
Now I’m the porcupine
Peeling bark all the time
All our lives we’ve been dipping our toes
In this pool; it’s not cold
We’ve been fashioning with unsharpened tools
Our kit’s getting old
Sometimes it’s better to just
Do what you’re told
So here comes the gold
Here comes the solid gold
It’s something new, something old
Thirty-two karat gold
Something sweet, something bold
Pure fucking gold
Something pandering and something bold
Pure gold
So it’s true, it’s true
You’ve got to work for what you do
But I’m tired of working so hard
And for so little food
So I’m giving up on this
I give up on you
And I’ll start to construct
My golden suit
So here comes the gold
Here comes the solid gold
Something new, something old
Thirty-two karat gold
It’s something sweet and something bold
Pure fucking gold
Something pandering and yet bold
Pure gold
Over and over our story has been told
We’ve gone through the good stuff
Now that’s not our goal
I’m ready to be typecast
I can play that fucking role
I’m going for the gold
Get ready to be cajoled
No more lumps of coal
We’re going for the gold
We’re tired of living here
In the dark and the cold
Let’s bring forth the gold
Dig up the gold
Now I’m feeling fucking wise
Got my burger, got my fries
I got my take on the first try
When you love me, don’t ask why
Now I’m looking sharp
I got a twinkle in my eye
I’m a really nice guy
And I just want to fly
Now I’m the whole package
I’m a box with a bow
I’m a dark desperation
With a little bit of soul
I’m yours for the taking
I’m ready to go
I’m ready to go
I’m ready for the gold
What’s wrong with stagnation
So we’ll grow a little mould
We don’t want to get old
You cannot buy us, we’re sold
It’s an untreated pool
But the tadpole makes the toad
The tadpole makes the toad
We were happy to just fly low
Just happy to be off the ground
But we could still smell the cattle
We could still see the little towns
Now we want to smell sweet
And leave trails of fragrant air
Here comes the gold
Here comes the solid gold
Something new, something old
Thirty-two karat gold
Something special, something bold
Pure fucking gold
Something sweet and something bold
Pure, pure gold
Here comes the gold
Bright and buffed-up solid gold
Fine ornamental gold
Priceless precious, precious gold
Whole pallets of loose gold
Ancient caverns of jewels and gold
Bursting trunks of precious golds
Here comes the gold
Pure, pure fucking gold

So fuck you, fuck you
I’ve got a lot to do
Glue the soles back on my shoes
I have to take care of you
I’m so tired of the idiots
Who don’t get what we do
So I’m giving up on this
I’m giving up on you
When we first came together
We were waiting in line
We were in the long line
We were in the wrong line
We were waiting and pining
Being inappropriately kind
Now I’m the porcupine
Peeling bark all the time
All our lives we’ve been dipping our toes
In this pool; it’s not cold
We’ve been fashioning with unsharpened tools
Our kit’s getting old
Sometimes it’s better to just
Do what you’re told
So here comes the gold
Here comes the solid gold
It’s something new, something old
Thirty-two karat gold
Something sweet, something bold
Pure fucking gold
Something pandering and something bold
Pure gold
So it’s true, it’s true
You’ve got to work for what you do
But I’m tired of working so hard
And for so little food
So I’m giving up on this
I give up on you
And I’ll start to construct
My golden suit
So here comes the gold
Here comes the solid gold
Something new, something old
Thirty-two karat gold
It’s something sweet and something bold
Pure fucking gold
Something pandering and yet bold
Pure gold
Over and over our story has been told
We’ve gone through the good stuff
Now that’s not our goal
I’m ready to be typecast
I can play that fucking role
I’m going for the gold
Get ready to be cajoled
No more lumps of coal
We’re going for the gold
We’re tired of living here
In the dark and the cold
Let’s bring forth the gold
Dig up the gold
Now I’m feeling fucking wise
Got my burger, got my fries
I got my take on the first try
When you love me, don’t ask why
Now I’m looking sharp
I got a twinkle in my eye
I’m a really nice guy
And I just want to fly
Now I’m the whole package
I’m a box with a bow
I’m a dark desperation
With a little bit of soul
I’m yours for the taking
I’m ready to go
I’m ready to go
I’m ready for the gold
What’s wrong with stagnation
So we’ll grow a little mould
We don’t want to get old
You cannot buy us, we’re sold
It’s an untreated pool
But the tadpole makes the toad
The tadpole makes the toad
We were happy to just fly low
Just happy to be off the ground
But we could still smell the cattle
We could still see the little towns
Now we want to smell sweet
And leave trails of fragrant air
Here comes the gold
Here comes the solid gold
Something new, something old
Thirty-two karat gold
Something special, something bold
Pure fucking gold
Something sweet and something bold
Pure, pure gold
Here comes the gold
Bright and buffed-up solid gold
Fine ornamental gold
Priceless precious, precious gold
Whole pallets of loose gold
Ancient caverns of jewels and gold
Bursting trunks of precious golds
Here comes the gold
Pure, pure fucking gold