Lyrics:
He Eats the Air
When he hangs with the monarchs he’s on the right
But when he stands on the left he’s a leninite
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He loves women when they’re with him
Though he ridicules them at the gym
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He salutes the soldiers when they’re in town
Then snickers in the foreign soil they’re cut down
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He calls himself irreligious with no God
I caught him praying and pretending to nod
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
I’ve seen him light the pipe and drink a beer
But in front of the kids he appears so austere
I want to travel he says and keeps his bags at home
Sitting on his couch saying he wants to roam
He tells me he wants to experience serious art
But with his friends he mocks it standing apart
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
With the elders he wants back the good days
But with the kids he wants to set it ablaze
He makes everyone follow every stringent rule
But when he breaks them he calls them so cruel
When he gets told a fact he says I can see that
Before he sweeps what he heard under the doormat
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He told her I love absolutely no one except you
While he has the flowers to another he’d bring to
He bought at the market six brass engraved rings
To give to the women that had his heartstrings
The writing in the sky gets quite jammed packed
He must know that against him the odds are stacked
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He makes an appearance at the big fight
When it paints the rubber he feigns fright
With the farmer he puts on his boots and hat
In the city he dons his shades as a thing to look at
He told his trainer he was trying to lose weight
At the buffet he always overflows his plate
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He Eats the Air
When he hangs with the monarchs he’s on the right
But when he stands on the left he’s a leninite
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He loves women when they’re with him
Though he ridicules them at the gym
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He salutes the soldiers when they’re in town
Then snickers in the foreign soil they’re cut down
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He calls himself irreligious with no God
I caught him praying and pretending to nod
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
I’ve seen him light the pipe and drink a beer
But in front of the kids he appears so austere
I want to travel he says and keeps his bags at home
Sitting on his couch saying he wants to roam
He tells me he wants to experience serious art
But with his friends he mocks it standing apart
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
With the elders he wants back the good days
But with the kids he wants to set it ablaze
He makes everyone follow every stringent rule
But when he breaks them he calls them so cruel
When he gets told a fact he says I can see that
Before he sweeps what he heard under the doormat
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He told her I love absolutely no one except you
While he has the flowers to another he’d bring to
He bought at the market six brass engraved rings
To give to the women that had his heartstrings
The writing in the sky gets quite jammed packed
He must know that against him the odds are stacked
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
He makes an appearance at the big fight
When it paints the rubber he feigns fright
With the farmer he puts on his boots and hat
In the city he dons his shades as a thing to look at
He told his trainer he was trying to lose weight
At the buffet he always overflows his plate
I don’t know if he eats the air
But he’s quite the chameleon
You’ll find him hiding in any affair
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