Lyrics No Plans - Cold Chisel

I'm standing in the sun, smoking a cigarette, and no plans
I'm a primate
I feel no pain, I got no iphone
Pluggin' into my brain, I'm hangin' all alone
In the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans
Yeah fuck you!

I'm standing on the corner, smokin', taking in a wider view
I'm on location got the 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 a hangin' here, looking for a rhyme in the sun
Smoking a cigarette, watching the traffic jam up
I'm thinkin' 'bout gettin' me a black coffee in a take-away 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

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! Yeah, come on

Don't ever let 'em catch you talkin' to yourself
Let alone in a rhyme
I'm standing in the ruins, looking at the end
Of all mankind, leaning back again
In the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans

Yeah I'm standing in the ruins, looking at the end
Of all mankind, leaning back again
In the sun, smoking a cigarette, no plans