Static

It's so easy to laugh at yourself

And 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 fooling with 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

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 devils house

Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive

Some distortion that's never been known

On the treadmill

You've been running forever

Holy mountains they look so tired

And it's a perfect day

To lock yourself inside

Be gone

Be gone