My coat, leave behind my coat and my belt,
Leave behind my coat and all that,
I dont want it back...
Its called undertown and its over that way.
Some people leave in the morning,
Some people when they go to bed.
Inside, its been rotting for a long time now,
Ever since i found out
Im not to blame if i get left out.
My coat, leave behind the looks, magazines and books.
Dont want it back.
Were going away, were dropping the lot.
Well take another tack if we ever get stopped.
Its the last plan we made before we came unglued.
Theres a lot of things to do
I cant do in my room
I cant get out too soon
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