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 Leave you stranded with a broken engine Lazy desert looks
so mangled Let me drown in a convalescent bliss Get up from you bed of rest
It's been a long time since you've lived And 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 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

Beck's lyrics to "Static", used without permission