the streets
get out of my house
I'm about to do something crazy, you'll regret this, I swear This one time I really needed you to head over mine where I was throwing up all morning, it was all in my hair Then because I was so dizzy I almost fell down the stairs Like you always do, you know, you just don't fucking care  [Chorus] Go, get out of my house, please Actually give me back my keys, but I'll be proper angry, if You're not back later on your knees  Look Come on, calm down, it wasn't all totally like that You're over-reacting just a bit, maybe we can sit down and chat It's just, you know, I had stuff to do, you know, this and that Maybe it wasn't so important as you being in the sack But I had to sort out my pills man; I needed to stock up my stash I couldn't do it any other day, I had to do it then, quick snap And you didn't want me there last Sat., so I left you on your jack And this Saturday I thought it was the same deal as last Sat. at your gaff  [Chorus]  You don't care about my broken TV I sit on my sofa all day smoking weed I never phoned that bloke from the TV company So please don't be like this, please, please, please  Actually now I think about it, what am I guilty about? I felt like I was in the wrong, I felt like I was the lout Oy, this is what happened last Saturday now, I think I remember now You were ill last Saturday and two weeks before that little bout You know I need that medication for my epilepsy now Or I run the risk of having a fit, you know I can't go without So when you being in bed is because last night you got pissed It's you that's being selfish, it's you that don't give a shit  I'm gone, I'll get out your house, then I'll never, be back again, but I'll still be 'ceiving when, you Text me to make up and be friends  [ad libs to end]