Where do you go and where do you roam
When you don't have no home
Oh I Comb the Coast at night
In search of a place to call my own
And lay my broke weary bones
To die alone
Comb the Coast, I comb the city
Comb my head and now it's a pity
I'm nowhere to be found
Comb the Coast, I comb the city
Comb my head and now it's a pity
You're nowhere to be found
So I Comb the Coast at night
In search of a place to call my very own
And lay my broke weary bones
To die alone