Chameleon Pills gave me a few nice thrills oh yeah
Sat on a vehicle into the abyss
Saw guillotine after another
Heard a vibrator in place of a missile
Well that experience didn't supply me with much of love or hate either, for that matter
The whistle said something and screamed "peace out" in a in a pink sort of way

Say, crack-boom and hey: Mr G "Have a cigar
From Havana, that is
Fetch a glass too"
But in comes Miss F
Glory hallelujah - wearing a rag of pride
F had taken a good swim in the ditch of life
The sewers where some supposedly lost quasi-persons try to urbanize and scheme a revenge
Luckily, the supposedly lost do not have the kind of energy
The "supposedly lost" float around on liferafts made of lead, uh-huh
They are supposedly stuck in a loop of loss that changes it's colour, depending on the angle it is being glared upon
But cut the crap, here comes medicine

Just listen to this fellow shouting here
He has discovered the point (in his own opinion, that is)
However, this fellow is not the issue
The fellow shouting has no business messing with anything
The aesthetics, the ethics and other such qualities of things are far above
Good and bad, ugly and beautiful
It's earth calling, Miss F
Swallow the pill like no tomorrow