Maybe a saint is just a dead prick with 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 'til 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 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
