Texty: Chameleons. Mad Jack.

He's cold to the kiss
In ignorance he's dangerous
In innocence he's bliss
And he stalks the night

With sonar senses
And he holds you tight
Masturbates the madness in you

He dreams when he's not sleeping
Plays the trusted friend
Trust him, friend
About as far as you can piss

And he holds the night
Walks in shadow
And avoids the light
Masturbates the madness in you

His frightened eyes
Can't disguise
Blatant lies, blatant lies
Step inside

Well, just watch him now
Where he's walking?
It's a vacuum world
And every word

A silent, strangled scream
He's God tonight
Walks on water
And he's always right

Talks about the madness in America
Oh, he's God tonight
He walks on water
And he's always right
Talks about the madness in Africa

His frightened eyes
Mad Jack's eyes
Can't disguise
Blatant lies

Frightened eyes
Mad Jack's eyes
Are open wide
It's been a long time Jack

Welcome back
Have some speed
Have some smack

If you want to dance Jack
Don't look back