Get Out of My House

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
Coffee 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

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 on the landing
Now I'm standing in the hall

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 uncanny
My temple was a shrine
You don't govern me
[No protection money]
You can't turn off milk into wine