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