I know I’m preaching to a choir
Of ordinary people
Who don’t rule the world

And I know you’re hearing mostly liars
Extraordinary liars
Magnetizing their world

I’ve got a laugh track in my head
For all the punchlines that I’m fed
From every fake, from every side
They can’t confirm what they won’t deny
I’ve got a laugh track in my head

Some say we’re racing to a fire
Others say they’re crazy
They know we’re destined for ice

I’ve got a laugh track in my head
For all the punchlines that I’m fed
From every thief in all designs
Nine out of ten come across as wise
Ask yourself what this all could mean
You might be right if you called it a dream
I’ve got a laugh track in my head

For some civility

I’ve got a laugh track in my head
For all the punchlines that I’m fed
From every fake, from every side
They can’t confirm what they won’t deny
Ask yourself what this all could mean
You might be right if you called it a dream
I’ve got a laugh track in my head

©2004 Colonel Muscletone Music ASCAP