| Some people want stars in eyes | |
| Some people want eyes in stars | |
| They've been like that for years | |
| They've been like that for years | |
| I suspect they're just if if if | |
| I just want room to live | |
| There's a new club in town | |
| Plenty of space to posy around | |
| It's a copy of the peppermint lounge | |
| (i'll stick around the center always | |
| Even if it is run down.) | |
| Some people wanna be joining the club | |
| Thinks to be on the clientele is big.* | |
| I just want room to live | |
| Foreigners and experts go in | |
| And through my place | |
| Turn my home into a museum | |
| Like the murder squad | |
| They scan the room | |
| For the well of inspiration | |
| They don't tolerate ordinary folk | |
| And folk look at me strange | |
| But i'll give them this at least: | |
| They pay for what they eat | |
| Visitors and peripherers never give | |
| I just want room to live | |
| Some people think happy is way to live | |
| Some men want to cram up to women | |
| I've been down that street before | |
| It just makes meat out of the soul | |
| There's a d.h.s.s. volvo estate | |
| Right outside my door | |
| With a moody blues cassette on the dashboard | |
| There's no hate to the point i give | |
| I just want room to live | |
| Violence is just waiting for its due | |
| Some people want money around | |
| You can tell, they're the ones that never buy a round | |
| And some men want reporters with no wig | |
| And some people cannot hold their drink | |
| They've got to tell you what they think | |
| And some men want reporters with no wig | |
| I just want room to live |