The Trench Coat Museum

I'm reclaiming the trench coat

Who from and what for?

'Cause I wear it when I'm headed off to war

Yeah, the longer the cut, the tougher you are

And mine drags along the floor

Through the sweatshop shrapnel

It gets trapped in my car door

And I'm tall next to small people

And I'm not as poor as you were

And I still get positively sick

When all the bellboys call me "sir"

'Cause you never get used to the power

That a proper trench coat brings

The way that it swishes and swings

It sings

Do you know the history of the trench coat?

What it represents and who it's for?

What I want to know is who would want a coat

So close to the floor?

I went to the trench coat museum to see 'em

A thousand different cuts

Like pelts from another dream

Stuffed and bursting at the seams

'Cause I'm fishing for a theme

If it's somewhere in-between

A day's honest graft

And constantly fleeing the crime scene

The trench coat got banned for a bit

Does that conjure up any weird feelings?

Knowing all kinds of twisted minds could find it

A prime coat within which to conceal things

You can't ban a coat, can you?

Can you ban a coat? Nope

They're just running a racket

The only coat that matters now is a floating coat

So, get yourself a life jacket

Can you hack it?

Can you hack the heat?

Water rising

Look at your feet, man, ah

'Cause whether rented, borrowed, bought, stole

Secondhand or brand new

Mine's water-resistant and heatproof

My trench coat will see me through

And when I'm gone, I want all of my trench coats framed

And my knackered boots and dirty glasses

Tastefully arranged on the plinths in-between

'Cause when they get to the final exhibition

That celebrates my good name

I want you to be on display too

'Cause all that really remains of me is

You

Here we go

Alright (Yeah)

Here's a song that sounds like fun

I want you to be on display too

'Cause all that really remains of me is

You

I want you to be on display too

'Cause all that really remains of me