Chameleons changing colors
While a crocodile cries
 [bad word] elbows
But never touching eyes
Taking off their masks
Revealing still another guise
Genuine imitation life

People buying happiness
And manufactured fun
Everybody’s doing
What everybody’s done
You count on people
Who can only count to one
Genuine imitation life

All the pretty clouds
Are a lovely shade of black
You find the right direction
Someone tears up all the track
People worship crosses
Fingers crossed behind their back
Genuine imitation life

Old friends get together
But it's solitare they play
Everybody’s rainbows
Done in different shades of gray
It’s a lovely place to visit
But I wouldn’t want to stay
Genuine imitation life