Service Fee

You broke down my door and let yourself in

You helped yourself to my soul and skin

You ate all you needed then had the nerve

To thank me for dinner

And help yourself to dessert

You helped yourself

And I could have charged you a service fee

All that you did to me

I could have charged you a service fee

All that you did to me

You helped yourself

It wasn't very pretty, it wasn't very kind

But I laid back, held still by the fear

That you would smash me to pieces

That I'd die here

I don't want to die here

You know I could have charged you a service fee

All that you did to me

I should have charged you a service fee

All that you did to me

You helped yourself

I carry knives in my pockets, bullets in my guns

Don't you try to chase me, I'm not gonna run

Don't you ever ask me, don't you dare to begin

I'm not gonna talk about it

But God knows I'm gonna sing

God knows I'm gonna sing about it

You know I could have charged you

Should have charged you

Could have charged you

I would have charged you

Should have charged you a service fee

All that you did to me

I could have charged you a service fee

All that you did to me

You helped yourself

Thank you, boy, I'd rather walk home alone

Thank you, sir, I'd rather walk home alone

Thank you, brother, I'd rather walk home alone

Thank you, mister, I'd rather walk home alone