The Streets

The Streets - Get Out Of My House lyrics

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Go, get out of my house 

Please

And actually give me back my keys

But 

I'll be proper angry

If 

You're not back later on your knees





Look, if I'm talking to you you shouldn't be gawping in thin air

You're so selfish but what about us, as in pair?

I needed you to come over man, I needed you to be near

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









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







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

Oi, 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 'cieving when

You

Text me to make up and be friends



So there you go

Eh?

Don't try and gimme that shit, right?

'Cos, d'you know what I mean?

You're not exactly...fuckin'..y'know..d'you know what I mean?

It don't really matter anymore, d'you know what I mean?

It's hard enough to remember my opinions without remembering my reasons for them

You're confusing me now

I'm not gonna give you an example

I can't remember an example

You do it all the time

You know, that thing that you do

I...look, I can't remember when you last did it can I?

I'm gone anyway

I'm never gonna darken your towers again, I'll tell you that

And that thing about Femme Fatale yeah?

She's fit, and she's fitter than you anyway

I like her, d'you know what I mean?

I'm never gonna meet her

So before you get these jealous...I like her, y'know



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