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   I'd rather go deaf, paralysed and blind   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