Your new English stubble wrapped up in a collar built for vampires
The smoke, the smoke, the smoke billows out in chimneys from our wind-chapped lips
Our bodies flashing green and red
Our chameleon skin
They can lock the doors and shut us out
But I don't wanna leave just yet
My old beat-up van is parked out in the street
Our carriage awaits us
So buckle up, sit tight
We'll roll the windows down
We'll take a ride
Our bodies flashing green and red
Our chameleon skin
They can lock the doors and shut us out
But I don't wanna leave just yet
So we'll drive around through the underground
Cause I'm out of ideas
Tunnels shake, autos break
When they hear what I've found
Our bodies flashing green and red
Our chameleon skin
They can lock the doors and shut us out
But I don't wanna leave just yet