Its 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 its a perfect day
To lock yourself inside
Who you fooling if the fools are right?
Its the same thing, but its 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 youve lived
But the static in your mind
Leaves you hollow and unkind
With a shock electric wave
Turns you on
Youve been flunked out of the devils house
Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
And some distortion thats never been known
On the treadmill, youll be running forever
Holy mountains
They look so tired
And its a perfect day
To lock yourself inside
We go
We go
Doo doo doo doo...
Doo doo doo doo...
Doo...