Maybe tomorrows 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 roads



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 stuck piling souls

And saying so it goes