Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Out of My House , by - The Streets. Release date: 17.03.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Out of My House |
| 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 |