The Pits

Saint Gloria from the mountain tops,
"Where do you get off saying that you're fine, when everybody knows you're not?"
We could build a bridge. It's no trouble at all.
We've got the manpower, the tools and the time, and the raw materials.
We built a bridge across the lake.
We built a bridge for goodness sake.
How does it feel to be the one we really wanted all along?
We built a bridge across the lake.
We built a bridge for Christ's sake.
For chrissakes, it's the pits whether we leave or stay.
A weight you couldn't bear when it all comes crashing back.
I've thought it through, and you can't refuse if I don't ever ask.
We built a tower to the sky.
We built a tower, you and I.
How does it feel to be the one we really needed all along?
We built a tower up to God.
We built a tower, oh my god.
Oh my god, it's the pits if we believe or not!
So what if it is more than the pits that brought me to you?
The same lips that kissed the proof
twisted my tongue and sang me my blues.
We built a bridge across the lake.
We built a bridge for goodness sake.
How does it feel to be the one we really wanted all along?
We built a bridge across the lake.
We built a bridge for Christ's sake.
For chrissakes, it's the pits whether we leave or stay.