overcoats |
|
Well
I wandered in |
To
the house of mirrors |
With
a camera and an old shotgun |
I
was taking some pictures |
Of
me and my fears |
And
exploding them one by one |
When
all of a sudden |
Much
to my surprise |
A
lady with a fine tooth comb |
Struck
a match up to my face |
And
said, "Get out of this place |
You
better leave the ugly truth alone" |
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CHORUS: |
Overcoats |
Overcoats |
I
ain't never heard you sing |
Overcoats |
Overcoats |
Take
off that silly thing |
|
Well,
I looked her in the eye |
With
a slave-like stare |
And
said, "I'm here to talk about the rent" |
Well,
she did a double flip |
Then
she buttoned up her lip |
Went
and hid in the oxygen tent |
Well
the image shriveled up |
And
the air got thin |
As
she smiled from behind her mask |
She
said, "You can stay here all night |
But
it's gonna cost you your life |
If
I was you, I would be leaving fast." |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
|
I
didn't come for information |
No
I've read the daily news |
It's
carved on everybody's face |
|
But
I'm without illumination |
Yes,
I think we blew a fuse |
And
I'd be much obliged |
If
you could help me locate the place |
|
Well
at this, she seemed quite baffled |
And
like a little girl |
She
took off her wedding gown |
Then
she stood before the mirror |
And
it all came clear |
She
was married to the lost and found |
|
So
I left her there sleeping |
In
her honeymoon |
And
I made it through the antidote |
Well
the procedure is brief |
If
you wanna see what's underneath |
You
gotta take off that overcoat |
|
Overcoats |
Overcoats |
I
ain't never heard you sing |