I feel like I've just walked in on the set of a Roger Corman movie 
Full of bad dialogue, tacky sets, 99 pound weaklings, naughty nymphettes 
Coffe rings on everything, can't see where my halo's been 
Caviar to the General, cold coffe for the queen 
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT 
If a hermit lives in ecstasy, his lack of comfort has become luxury 
I tried to cook up some privacy but the doorbell tore up the recipe 
At the end of my tether, they're hell for leather, everybody talks about the weather 
I was standing I was standing on the landing now I'M standing in the hall 
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT 
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE
Caviar cold coffee the milk's gone off. 
Like a coctail, molotov 
Caviar cold coffee the grapes of wrath.
Cocktail with your molotov? 
I'm not complacent in my basement.
Who's the judge? Here comes the jury... 
Get that blunt object out of my face, there's too much violence in front of T.V. 
Be a bit more un-can-ny... my temple was a shrine 
You don't govern me, (no protection money), you can't turn off milk into wine 
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT 
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE GET OUT OF MY HOUSE