It’s quiet where we’re living
I can hear the [XX?]
I can hear the racecars driving
Can they hear us white-trash fighting?
Get outta my, get outta my, get outta my house
Get outta my, get outta my, get outta my house
We fell in love again
You learned how to respect me
You left and when you returned
Forgot everything you learned
Get outta my, get outta my, get outta my house
Get outta my, get outta my, get outta my house
Get outta my, get outta my, get outta my house
Get outta my, get outta my, get outta my house