mott the hoople
too many people about
telling me what to do with myself
it's hard to get around
walking on soft
soft ground
well they can say what they feel
'cause i'm completely foreign
i know it's clear
it's putting my mind
my mind at ease
she's reliable
but demanding
she orders me about
she often keeps on wanting
till the morning light is out
too many mouths
arguing over nothing at all
its hard to get around