The
plastic stash, it is exploding
Violence
flarin', bullets loadin'
You're
old enough to build, but not for votin'
You
don't believe in war, but what's that
“jug” your totin'
And
even Hasagawa has kits on half price'
But
you tell me
Over
and over and over again, my friend
Ah,
you don't believe
We're
on the eve
of
contruction.
Don't
you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can
you help me with the kits that I'm buildin' today?
If
the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll
be no one to save, I’ll take my stash to my grave
[Take
a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]
And
you tell me
Over
and over and over again, my friend
Ah,
you don't believe
We're
on the eve
of
construction.
Yeah,
my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin'
I'm
sitting here just contemplatin'
Those
damm rivet counters know no regulation.
Handful
of IPMS officials don't pass legislation
And
judges alone can't bring contest elation
When
human respect is disintegratin'
This
whole crazy hobby is just too frustratin'
And
you tell me
Over
and over and over again, my friend
Ah,
you don't believe
We're
on the eve
of
construction.
Think
of all the kits made in in Red China
Then
take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You
may leave here for 4 days in space
But
when you return, it's the same old place
The
mess on the table, the half built kits
You
can mask your fusulage, and don't leave a trace
Air
brush your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace
And…
tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You
don't believe
We're
on the eve
Of
construction
Mm,
no no, you don't believe
We're
on the eve
of
construction.