Moving Furniture Around

Took a walk down the alley today I'm getting used to the smells and the sounds Don't look out of my windows no more What's the point? Everything's brown Sometimes I want to move to the other part of town But to keep from going out of my mind I move the furniture around Moving furniture around No place to park in my neighborhood So there's hundred dollar tickets all over the ground All the cops keep writing us up And we keep throwing them down Sometimes I want to move to the other side of town There's a street over there where the landlords are fair And a parking space can always be found But I move my furniture around Whenever I feel I'm on my way down I get up and move the furniture around Guy next door play Dylan until four I bang on the way but he won't turn it down I can't tell by the noise what's going on upstairs Moving furniture around? Everybody moved out of my building last week They threw the stuff they didn't want on the ground Took a look, I couldn't believe all the wonderful things I found More furniture to move around Moving furniture around Moving furniture around Moving furniture around