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