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're you fooling if the fools are right?
It's the same thing but it's almost as different
Hard to tell when it pacifies your mind
And 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
On the treadmill, you'll be running forever
Holy mountains, they look so tired
And it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside
We go, we go