Chameleon

(And he gets seeds and is transparent)

Look up there in the heaven city
There's a man with a plan for a fully wooden tree
Sir, unfortunately, Ms. Cast should've been born a god
Not a human just like me and you
And a trillion or two, ooh-woah

In the traffic beneath the world
There's a car, on the door is a painting of the world
Looks a lot like the corps police
Checking temperatures and measuring map relief
Of hills and valleys and fields and

Ooh, loving chameleon, oo-oo-ooh
So many reasons, woah
For pushing the buttons to rebuild the Russian army
On a scale of one to three

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There's a lack of luxury appointments
There's no stars on the sign or no complimentary wines
One night at the art motel
There's a fire on the wall made of paper and cement
And glue, mix two to two

Woah, loving chameleon, woa-oh-ooh
So many reasons, oh
For pushing the buttons to rebuild the Russian army
On a scale of one to three

Loving chameleon, oo-oh-hoo
So many reasons, woah
For pushing the buttons to rebuild the Russian army
On a scale of one is to

Loving chameleon, woa-oh-ooh
So many reasons, oh
For pushing the buttons to rebuild the Russian army
Scale of one is to three