Get Out of My House - The Streets

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 have been there

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

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, come on, calm down, it wasn’t all totally like that

You’re overreacting 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

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

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 of your house

Then I’ll never be back again

But I’ll still be seething

When you text me to make up and be friends

So there you go, eh?

Don’t try and give me that shit, right?

'Cause, d’you know what I mean?

You’re not exactly, fuckin', you know

What, d’you know what I mean?

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

So I did not remember my opinions without remembering my reasons for 'em

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 can’t remember when you last did it, can I?

Nah, I’m gone anyway

I’m never gonna darken your towels again, I 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 where do you get this jealous… I like her, you know

You can turn that off