Lyrics
Some people have stars in their 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 FFF
I just want room to live
There's a new club in town
Plenty of space to posey around
It was a copy of the Peppermint Lounge
I stick around the centre always
Even if it is run down
And some people want to be joining the club
Thinking that the only clientele is big
I just want room to live
Foreigners and expats going in through my place
Turn my home into a museum
Like a murder squad
They scan the room
For the well of inspiration
They don't tolerate ordinary folk
Old folk look at me strange
But I'll give them this at least
They pay for what they eat
Visitors to peripheries never give
I just want room to live
Some people think happy is the way to live
Some men want to climb up to women
I've been down that street before
It just makes meat out of the soul
There's a DHS SS Bolivar state
Right outside my door
With a moody blues cassette on the dashboard
There's no hate in the point that I give
I just want room to live
Malice is just waiting for its due
Some people want money around
You can tell that there was no pay around
And some men want reporters in their wig
And some people cannot hold their drink
They gotta tell you what they think
And some men want reporters in their wig
I just want room to live
I just want room to live
I just want room to live
I just want room to live
I just want room to live
Written by: Craig Scanlon, Mark E. Smith


