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?