Service Fee

You broke down my door and let yourself in

Helped yourself to my soul and skin

You ate all you needed and then had the nerve

To thank me for dinner and help yourself to dessert

You helped yourself

I could've charged you a service fee

For all you did to me

I should've charged you a service fee

For all you did to me

You helped yourself

It wasn't very pretty, it wasn't very kid

But I rather go deaf, paralysed or blind

But I lay back, held still by the fear

That you would smash me to pieces

And I'd die here

I carry knifes in my pockets, bullets in my guns

Don't try to chase me I'm not going to run

And don't ever ask me, don't you dare begin

I'm not going to talk about it but god knows

I'm going to sing

God knows I am going to sing about it

No thank you boy I'd rather walk home alone

No thank you sir I'd rather walk home alone

No thank you brother I'd rather walk home alone

No thank you mister I'd rather walk home alone