I tell you something
Let me say
We were sitting down
And then we sat there – just sat there

Chameleons on the ground
Sitting around with the pipes that go round and round
In a dark room

Fresh out of pity – scintillatingly witty
The finest blend of our generation – a heavenly committee

Vampires on tomatoe juice
We are the sons – the sons of zeus
We are the cause – pangs of remorse
Vampires on tomatoe juice
Staring thru the walls
We got the balls
… and when the city calls …

I tell you something
Let me say
We we're crawling around
We just crawled there

Chameleons on the ground
Sitting around with with booze that goes round and round
In a dark room

Fresh out of pity – scintillatingly witty
The finest blend of penetration – whores of the city

We won't give up our sense to see

We're the ill generation
The whores of the pity
The new penetration
The heart of the city