Last night I went and sat through a silver screening
Reached for the bottom and found a disappointing black kernel
I let my back bulge and I was tenderly leaning
Dropping the seeds of sweet wonder like the riping fern will
As I sunk into my throne I heard a woman screaming
In a voice that man has heard many times before
I invaded the scene and in my toes I'd lost my feeling
There was a husband who called his OTP a whore
What can I see? What's taking me so long?
Where's the blood in my veins?
A cold-blooded, hidden song
A white chamеleon, a white chamelеon
White chameleon, white chameleon
On the bathroom floor there lays a red splatter motif
Gashes in faces as the husband flees the scene
The woman empties her guts and whispers "I can't breathe"
I feel that I must use my gun but I do not intervene
No, no, no
What can I see? What's taking me so long?
Where's the blood in my veins?
A cold-blooded, hidden song
A white chameleon, a white chameleon
White chameleon, white chameleon, white chameleon, white chameleon, white chameleon, white chameleon
No, no, no, no
Every white lizard gotta rap some
Every white band-aid gotta rip off
Every white screen gotta smack sons
Every white page has to be written on
Every white dick needs to be ridden on
Every white band-aid gotta rip-off
