Bonanza!

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