Maybe a saint is just a dead prick with a good publicistnMaybe tomorrow statues are insecure without their friendsnGo ask the frog what the scorpion knowsnnWhile you build your mountainnBut to build a mountainnSee I thought we all knownYou gotta dig a holenThought everybody knowsnWe're just digging holesnIn solid marble rowsnnAnd maybe ethanol is methadone for oil addictionnMaybe we'll all go green in desert shades of camouflagenGo ask the bloodhounds till they find the miragennWhile you build your mountainnBut to build a mountainnSee I thought you all knownYou gotta dig a holenThought everybody knowsnThat we're digging holesnBy the grassy knollnnMaybe a wolf is not a devil he just plays him on TVnMaybe a Cuban bay stay leaves you less than overjoyednAsk the fox about progress they'll list what's been destroyednnWhile you build your mountainnBut to build a mountainnSee I thought we all knownYou gotta dig a holenThought everybody knowsnWe're just digging holesnYeah sorry that's how it goesnAnd I thought everybody knowsnWe're stockpiling soulsnThey say it so it goes