A       A6 A    D            D6 D
It's so easy to laugh at yourself
A          A6 A           D            D6 D
And all those jokes have 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                A
And it's a perfect day to lock yourself inside 

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

VERSE 3

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

CHORUS

E     E9   E
Holy mountains
      D9
They look so tired
    E       E9  E         D                A
And it's a perfect day to lock 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        B        E             
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G       F        C         F#m        B        E             
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G       F        C         F#m        B        E             
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
G       F        C         F#m        B        E             
looking back at some dead world that looks so new
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