The Homeless Gospel Choir - A Chameleon, Sometimes

Verse 1:
I feel like a chameleon, sometimes
I don’t wanna be the odd one out
So I’ll put on a disguise and I’ll try to wash your mind
As my stomach ulcers tell me what I’m worried about

Verse 2:
I thought I’d feel more responsible by now
But I feel about as lost as I can be
With all the yes people on the internet
Sounding like the Neo Nazis you see on Vice TV

Bride:
I was an anarchist kid
Squatting in my parents’ house
Growing marijuana in the woods to sell to rich kids
I never paid no taxes
I never had no rent
No gods, no masters
No bosses, no order
If you get in before midnight
You turn into your father
What a shitshow
What a great way to be free…
Supposedly
Verse 3:
And now I’m sitting on the internet trying to stand for something
Quitting all my bad habits and starting something new
I made some friends on accident, and lost a few to gossip
I finally cried after my dad died, it just took a year or two

Outro:
I walked this block on a broken foot
To get to a busted payphone booth
Where I cried to myself and I ask God for help
And I wonder out loud, over and over again
Even to this day, what makes me pray when I’m afraid