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Maybe a saint is just a dead prick with a good publicist Maybe tomorrow's statues are insecure without their foes Go ask the frog what the scorpion knows While you build your mountain, but to build a mountain I thought you all know, you gotta dig a hole Thought 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 did they find the mirage While you build your mountain, but to build a mountain I thought we all know, you gotta dig a hole Thought everybody knows, we're digging holes By the grassy knoll Maybe the wolf is not the Devil he just plays him on T.V. 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 I thought you all know, you gotta dig a hole Thought everybody knows, that we're digging holes Just saying that's how it goes You think everybody knows, we're stockpiling souls And saying so it goes |
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