Static

A       A6 A    D            D6 D
It's so easy to laugh at yourself
A          A6 A           D    
And all those jokes have 
        D6 D
already been written
A       A6 A    D            D6 D
Seems like another vain attempt
A       A6 A    D            D6 D
To let yourself fall out of the oven

CHORUS

E     E9   E
Holy mountains
      D9
They look so tired
    E       E9  E         D
And it's a perfect day to lock 
                A
yourself inside

VERSE 2
A       A6 A    D            D6
Who you foolin' if the fools are 
 D
right
A       A6 A    D            D6
It's the same thing but it's almost 
 D
as different
A       A6 A    D            D6
Hard to tell when it pacifies your 
 D
mind
A       A6 A    D            D6
Leaves you stranded with a broken 
 D
engine

CHORUS
E     E9  E
Lazy desert
      D9
Looks so mangled
    E   E9  E           D       A
Let me drown in a convalescent bliss

BRIDGE

E

G       Bm       D       A
Get up from your bed of rest
G       Bm        D            A
Been a long time since you've lived
F#                      G
But the static in your mind
           A             F#
Leaves you hollow and unkind
        G             D           
With a shock electric wave turns 
   A
you on.

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VERSE 3

A            A6 A    D    
You've been flunked out of the 
        D6 D
devils house
A    A6 A     D              D6 D
Delinquent hygienes are so abrasive
A        A6 A        D        
Some distortion that's never been 
D6 D
known
A       A6 A    D               
On the treadmill you'll be 
 D6 D
runnin' forever

CHORUS

E     E9   E
Holy mountains
      D9
They look so tired
    E       E9  E         D
And it's a perfect day to lock 
                A
yourself inside

A   E
Begone
A   E
Begone

A G# G F# F A

*Diamond Bullocks*

INTRO

Eb Db B A G F E

VERSE 1

B
looking back at some dead world that
 looks so new
Ab
offices and fountains that they 
named for you
B
Dazzlements of accidents rejoice 
their doom
Ab
Hari-karis spinnin' round the golden
 looms

VERSE 2

B
girl you dream infections from a 
nauseous heart
Ab
choice cut meats from derelict 
boulevards

BRIDGE I

B A G E
B A E G D F

C B

N.C.

Hear that lonesome whistle blow
No direction to be known
In a senile revery

BRIDGE II

A tearful gaze turns away
Eroding cold and grey
Scented eunuchs clothe our 
wretchedness

VERSE 3

B
Looking back at some dead world that
 looks so new
Ab
Offices and fountains that they 
named for you
B
So ungrateful to the who's and 
what's-his-face
Ab
Terrorist confections look so out of
 place

OUTRO

E

G       F        C         F#m 
looking back at some dead world
       B        E
 that looks so new
G       F        C         F#m 
looking back at some dead world
       B        E
 that looks so new
G       F        C         F#m 
looking back at some dead world
       B        E
 that looks so new
G       F        C         F#m 
looking back at some dead world
       B        E
 that looks so new
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