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