Dispossession

My coat, leave behind my coat and my belt
Leave behind my coat and all that
I don’t want it back
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 when I get left out
My coat, leave behind the looks, magazines and books
Don’t want it back
Don’t want it back
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
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?
Who are you people?
Who are you people?