Maybe a saint is just a dead prick with the good publicist
Maybe tomorrow statues are insecure without their foes
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 digging holes
In solemn marble rows

And maybe ethanol is methadone for oil addiction
Maybe we'll all go green
In desert shades of camouflage
Go ask the bloodhounds
If 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
We're 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
He'll list what's been destroyed

While you build your mountain
But to build a mountain
Thought you all know
You gotta dig a hole
Thought everybody knows
That we're just digging holes
Yeah sorry that's how it goes
And I thought everybody knows
We're stock piling souls
Saying so it goes

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