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? 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.