Bob The Builder!!!

[Intro] [rhythmic wood strikes begin at 120 BPM] [Main Section] [steady quarter-note wood block pattern continues] Bob the Builder... ...CAN HE FIX IT?! ..NO. IT'S ALREADY DEAD!!! [Verse] Bob descends from the morning fog Hard hat soaked in the blood of gods Scoop and Muck, his iron horde Wendy sharpens the cursèd sword Blueprints written in ash and bone Every structure he builds — a throne No foundation, no mortar, no light Only concrete and eternal night [Chorus] BOB THE BUILDER — CAN HE FIX IT?! BOB THE BUILDER — NO! HE'LL RIP IT! HAMMER FALLS ON THE SKULL OF THE SUN WHAT HAS BEEN BUILT — CANNOT BE UNDONE! CAN HE FIX IT?! — HE NEVER COULD — [Verse] Roley flattens the fields of the meek Dizzy pours where the lost ones sleep Lofty lifts what the earth has swallowed Every town Bob touched — left hollow He whistles a tune as the girders fall Nails the last board across the hall Clocks his hours, packs up his kit Leaves the world — as a bottomless pit [Chorus] BOB THE BUILDER — CAN HE FIX IT?! BOB THE BUILDER — NO! HE'LL RIP IT! HAMMER FALLS ON THE SKULL OF THE SUN WHAT HAS BEEN BUILT — CANNOT BE UNDONE! CAN HE FIX IT?! — HE NEVER COULD — [Bridge] We called him We praised him We gave him the land Now nothing remains but THE WORK OF HIS HANDS [Outro Scream/Fadeout] YES WE CAN!! YES WE CAN!! YES — WE — CAN!!!