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
