Maybe a saint is just a dead prick of the good publicist

Maybe tomorrow statues are insecure without their friends


Go ask the frog what the scorpion knows



While you build your mountain

But to build a mountain

See I thought we all know

You gotta dig a hole

Not everybody knows

We're just digging holes

Beside the marble road



And maybe ethanol is methadone for oil addiction

Maybe we'll all go green in desert shades of camouflage

Go ask the bloodhounds till they find the mirage



While you build your mountain

But to build a mountain

See I thought you all know

You gotta dig a hole

Thought everybody knows

That we're just digging holes

By the grassy knoll



Maybe a wolf is not a devil he just plays one on TV

Maybe a cuban bay stay leaves you less than overjoyed

Ask the fox about progress they'll say what's been destroyed



While you build your mountain

But to build a mountain

See I thought we all know

You gotta dig a hole

Thought everybody knows

We're just digging holes

Yeah sorry that's how it goes

And I thought everybody knows

We're stuck having souls

They say it so it goes

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