Horsefoot

I need room to move
I woke up fuzzy with some lost song swimming though my head
And I got dressed, looked in the mirror, and thought to myself,
"Oh god, not you again"
And all the pills and all the booze, a decent pair of shoes won't hear the end of it
All the things that we could use, more items in more rooms won't hear the end of it
I need room to move
And all this static, it's getting louder than ever before
I thought I knew it well, well now I'm not so sure
All these vultures keep painting circles over my head
All these wolves, they keep on crawling into my bed
I need room to move
Birdhand
Dogtooth
Horsefoot