John Hiatt - 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