| I got a place with a view | |
| You can see the cars | |
| As they travel down the freeway | |
| To clubs and bars | |
| There's a woman downstairs | |
| With matt-grey hair | |
| An' she smiles when she tells me | |
| There's no room for me here | |
| They've got it in the city | |
| They've got it in the country | |
| But here in the suburbs | |
| It's all so wishy-washy | |
| It's all so wishy-washy | |
| I got another place | |
| This time with a fireplace | |
| An' a woman can come around | |
| Write poetry and feel safe | |
| I said it's good for me now | |
| But I'm not being fed | |
| I said it's good for me now | |
| But I'm not being fed |