my coat, leave behind my coat and my belt,
leave behind my coat and all that,
i don`t want it back...
it`s called undertown and it`s over that way.
some people leave in the morning,
some people when they go to bed.
inside, it`s been rotting for a long time now,
ever since i found out
i`m not to blame if i get left out.
my coat, leave behind the looks, magazines and books.
don`t want it back.
we`re going away, we`re dropping the lot.
we`ll take another tack if we ever get stopped.
it`s the last plan we made before we came unglued.
everything i touch is on the blink.
gotta find a place to land, find a place to think.
who are you people?