Last night I went and sat through a silver screeningReached for the bottom and found a disappointing black kernelI let my back bulge and I was tenderly leaningDropping the seeds of sweet wonder like the riping fern willAs I sunk into my throne I heard a woman screamingIn a voice that man has heard many times beforeI invaded the scene and in my toes I'd lost my feelingThere was a husband who called his OTP a whoreWhat can I see? What's taking me so long?Where's the blood in my veins?A cold-blooded, hidden songA white chamеleon, a white chamelеonWhite chameleon, white chameleonOn the bathroom floor there lays a red splatter motifGashes in faces as the husband flees the sceneThe woman empties her guts and whispers "I can't breathe"I feel that I must use my gun but I do not interveneNo, no, noWhat can I see? What's taking me so long?Where's the blood in my veins?A cold-blooded, hidden songA white chameleon, a white chameleonWhite chameleon, white chameleon, white chameleon, white chameleon, white chameleon, white chameleonNo, no, no, noEvery white lizard gotta rap someEvery white band-aid gotta rip offEvery white screen gotta smack sonsEvery white page has to be written onEvery white dick needs to be ridden onEvery white band-aid gotta rip-off
