Mr. Chambers Lyrics

Punkin, whadduyuh doing

Oh, Mr. Chambers

Why did you become this way

Oh, you paint the silence

Like a picture out of frame

Oh, a coniving memory

But first and foremost, a slave

Oh, Mr. Chambers

Why did you become this way

You promised them a life

That's full of sickness

You're worser than a lie

Won't you stop looking at me

Deep in your eyes, a deep void

Of unsuspecting

Look in your eyes