The Waifs - Service Fee lyrics

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 could've chaged you a service fee For all you did to me I should've chged 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 rathr 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 thankyou 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 thankyou mister I'd rather walk home alone