Room to Live - Live

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