Room to Live

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