Headroom

(album: Headroom - 1990)

I need headroom,
Got to have headroom,
Some place to rest my head.
I'm getting taller,
Thinkin's getting smaller,
Time is winning out instead.

Well, I heard it on the news,
They're selling everything they can.
And the American flag
Is manufactured in Japan.
They're fighting battles in the stars,
They're pouring billions into Mars.
And laying right there at my feet,
There're people sleeping in the street.

Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.

Well, I'm living on the farm,
Where chemistry has lost its charm.
And every dusty wind that blows,
Is burning big holes in my clothes.
They're burning big holes in the sky,
Making people wonder why
With all our land and sea and space,
Progress is wrecking every place.

Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.

Well, if you want an assen-ell,
The government will wish you well,
And if you steal a million bucks,
The government will wish you luck.
And they might even give you more,
If you're making things for war.
But if you're poor and stealing cars,
You'll spend your life behind the bars.

Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.

They're talking ethics on the hill,
They're talking union at the mill,
They're talking justice at the farm,
They're talking safety in the car.
They're talking murder in the states,
They're talking cash to get a fix.
They're talking virus in the bed,
I'm talking room to rest my head.

Give me room, room, room, room, room, room.

I need headroom,
Got to have headroom,
Some place to rest my head.