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" 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