No Plans - Cold Chisel

I’m standing in the sun

Smoking a cigarette

No plans

I’m a primate

I feel no pain

I got no iPhone

Pluggin' into my brain

I’m hangin' on alone

In the sun, smoking a cigarette

No plans

Yeah fuck you!

I’m just standing on the corner, smokin'

Taking in a wider view

I’m on location, got rivers of the dead

Heading down to the station

I’m thinkin' about goin' back to bed

'Cause I can, no plans

If I had a plan I’d take it down and hock it

Then someone else’d own my time

Then I’d be polishing another man’s rocket

Instead of hangin' here, looking for a rhyme

In the sun

Smoking a cigarette

A-watching the traffic jam up

Thinkin' about gettin' me a black coffee

In a takeaway cup

And maybe tippin' in a little bit of medicine

From what I got hidden in a paper bag

Standing in the sun

Smoking a cigarette

No plans

I said if I had a plan

I’d be tempted to sell 'em

Then someone else’d own my time

Then I’d be working on another man’s plans

I’d never get to pay for the crime

To tell him to shut the fuck up!

Don’t ever let 'em catch you

Talkin' to yourself

Let alone in rhyme

And I’m standing in the ruins

Looking in the end

Of all mankind, leaning back again

In the sun

Smoking a cigarette

No plans

And I’m standing in the ruins

Looking at the end

Of all mankind, leaning back again

In the sun

Smoking a cigarette

No plans