The chameleon,
he changes colors on the fly
He's an introverted nerd and a social butterfly
And he would love to sit and chat
But there's somewhere he's got to go
And someone he's got to be
And someone he's got to be tonight
Oh, the comedian,
his life is nothing but a joke
Which would really be just fine Except
when the words come out he chokes
And he watches bright lights laugh As he looks for another glass
As he's falling through the cracks As
he locates punchlines that last tonight
Do you know
who I am?
Cause I don't,
not anymore A thousand faces we choose to wear
Bolted bounds,
not anymore Not anymore
Oh,
Mr. Freudian,
nothing but a blank shot in the dark
Of memories mechanically shutting down the stems and arms
Of the halls you used to wander And
the faults you've bent and blundered
Making sure you don't go under Making sure that you come back tonight
And you walked,
ooh And
you walked,
ooh, you cannot be me
Opened up my triage, good triage
And revealed to me more than we can be
Guess what, then?
I'm right here,
bro, believe
There's no fixing me
There's no fixing me
No fixing me,
oh There's no fixing me, me, me
For an alien,
bound for the Salem,
man You were so much kinder then Oh,
call me easy then, it was easy then
Obedience,
missing ingredients For whack-a-demia Oh,
fire,
freak,
and sand,
I will see the end of you
For an alien,
bound for the Salem,
man You were so much kinder then Oh,
call me easy then,
it was easy then
Obedience,
missing ingredients For whack-a-demia Oh,
fire,
freak,
and sand,
I will see the end,
I will see the end,
I will see