Waifs, The - 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 tp dessert
You helped yourself
I couldâ??ve chaged you a service fee
For all you did to me
I shouldâ??ve chged you a service fee
For all you did to me
You helped yourself
It wasnâ??t very pretty, it wasnâ??t very kid
But I rathr go deaf, paralysed or blind
But I lay back, held still by the fear
That you would smash me to pieces
And Iâ??d die here
I carry knifes in my pockets, bullets in my guns
Donâ??t try to chase me Iâ??m not going to run
And donâ??t ever ask me, donâ??t you dare begin
Iâ??m not going to talk about it but god knows
Iâ??m going to sing
God knows I am going to sing about it
No thankyou boy Iâ??d rather walk home alone
No thank you sir Iâ??d rather walk home alone
No thank you brother Iâ??d rather walk home alone
No thankyou mister Iâ??d rather walk home alone
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 tp dessert
You helped yourself
I couldâ??ve chaged you a service fee
For all you did to me
I shouldâ??ve chged you a service fee
For all you did to me
You helped yourself
It wasnâ??t very pretty, it wasnâ??t very kid
But I rathr go deaf, paralysed or blind
But I lay back, held still by the fear
That you would smash me to pieces
And Iâ??d die here
I carry knifes in my pockets, bullets in my guns
Donâ??t try to chase me Iâ??m not going to run
And donâ??t ever ask me, donâ??t you dare begin
Iâ??m not going to talk about it but god knows
Iâ??m going to sing
God knows I am going to sing about it
No thankyou boy Iâ??d rather walk home alone
No thank you sir Iâ??d rather walk home alone
No thank you brother Iâ??d rather walk home alone
No thankyou mister Iâ??d rather walk home alone