So you tell me you're certain about it

Sure to tell me you're rid of me

How cool can you be

Shrugging your shoulders saying you're rid of me

That's the way it is

So sickly sweet and oh so candy

No matter which way it is

I'll live in the flat the council gave me



You'd better move on out now

Leave town and get on out now



Living with each other only for the sake of it

Living in a shack they said was `handy'

Your good looks blew you out and now you want no part of it

Suffice to tell me you're rid of me

That's the way it is

I'll live in the flat that the housing gave me



Look uh get outa here!

get outa here!



You'd better move on out now

Leave town and get on out now



Poisoned letters from snakes who died to make it

Hung out drying in the cemetery

My personality always is a problem

Always was and always will be

That's the way it is

You don't need to understand me

No matter which way it is

I'll live in the flat that the housing gave me



Look uh get outa here!

get outa here!