Static

It's so easy to laugh at yourself

When all those jokes have already been written

Seems like another vain attempt

To let yourself fall out of the oven

Holy mountains

They look so tired

And it's a perfect day

To lock yourself inside

Who you foolin' if the fools are right?

It's the same thing

But it's almost as different

Hard to tell when it pacifies your mind

Leaves you stranded with a broken engine

Lazy desert looks so mangled

Let me drown in a convalescent bliss

Get up from your bed of rest

It's been a long time since you've lived

But the static in your mind

Leaves you hollow and unkind

With a shock electric wave

Turns you on

You've been flunked out of the devil's house

Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive

And some distortion that's never been known

And on the treadmill you'll be running forever

Holy mountains

They look so tired

And it's a perfect day

To lock yourself inside

Be gone

Be gone