Room to Live - The Fall

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