Beck

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 like 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 unkid
With a shock electric wave
Turns you on

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