| Maybe a saint is just a dead prick with a good publicist
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| Maybe tomorrow’s statues are insecure without their foes
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| Go ask the frog what the scorpion knows
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| While you build your mountain, but to build a mountain
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| I thought you all know, you gotta dig a hole
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| Thought everybody knows, we’re digging holes
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| In solemn marble rows
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| And maybe ethanol is methadone for oil addiction
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| Maybe we’ll all go green in desert shades of camouflage
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| Go ask the bloodhounds did they find the mirage
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| While you build your mountain, but to build a mountain
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| I thought we all know, you gotta dig a hole
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| Thought everybody knows, we’re digging holes
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| By the grassy knoll
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| Maybe the wolf is not the Devil he just plays him on T. V
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| Maybe a Cuban Bay stay leaves you less than overjoyed
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| Ask the fox about progress he’ll list what’s been destroyed
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| While you build your mountain, but to build a mountain
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| I thought you all know, you gotta dig a hole
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| Thought everybody knows, that we’re digging holes
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| Just saying that’s how it goes
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| You think everybody knows, we’re stockpiling souls
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| And saying so it goes |