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 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 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 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 Doo doo doo doo... Doo doo doo doo... Doo... |
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