I tell you something
Let me say
Let me say
Let me say
We were sitting down
And then we sat there
Just sat there
Just 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
We are the sons, the sons of Zeus
We are the cause, pangs of remorse
Staring through the walls
We got the balls
I tell you something
I tell you something
Let me say
Let me say
Let me say
We were crowding around
Crowding around
We were crowding around
We just walked 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 are the sons, the sons of zeus
We are the cause, pangs of remorse
Staring through the walls
We got the balls
We won't give up our sense to see
We won't give up our sense to see
We won't give up our sense to see
We won't give up our sense to see
We won't give up our sense to see
We won't give up our sense to see
We won't give up our sense to see
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
We're the ill generation
The whores of the pity
The new penetration
The heart of the city
We're the ill generation
The whores of the pity
The new penetration
The heart of the city
We're the ill generation
The whores of the pity
The new penetration
The heart of the city
We are the sons, the sons of Zeus
We are the cause, pangs of remorse
Staring through the walls
We got the balls
And when the city calls ...
And when the city calls ...