Beck Static / Diamond Bollocks Lyrics
            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 with 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
            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 devils 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
        
            --- Diamond b______s ---
        
            Looking back at some dead world
            That looks so new
            Offices and fountains that they named for you
            Dazzlements of accidents
            Rejoice their doom
            Hari-karis spinning round the golden looms
        
            Girl you dream infections
            From a nauseous heart
            Choice cut meats
            From derelict boulevards
        
            Hear that lonesome whistle blow
            No direction to be known
            In a senile revelry
            A tearful gaze turns away
            Emoting cold and grey
            Scented eunuchs
            Clothe our wretchedness
        
            Looking back at some dead world
            That looks so new
            Offices and fountains that they named for you
            So ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
            Terrorist confections
            Look so out of place
        
            Looking back at some dead world
            That looks so new
            Looking back at some dead world
            That looks so new
            Looking back at some dead world
            That looks so new
            Looking back at some dead world
            That looks so new
            Looking back at some dead world
            That looks so new
        
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