Rose... yeah, I know that light. Same old window, same dead night. Oh Rose, get your coat, quit stallin’ by the door, you’ve been sellin’ little pieces just to keep the landlord sure. That red room ain’t a kingdom, babe, it’s just a rented lie, and every bloke who calls you “darlin’” leaves before the sky. Come on... you know the score. You don’t owe that house one minute more. They keep sayin’, “That’s just life, love,” nah — that’s cheap talk dressed in gold. You’re still young where it matters, you ain’t theirs to buy or hold. Oh Rose, leave that house tonight, kick that door and nick the morning light. No more “yes, love,” no more fake alright, come ride the last bus out with me tonight. Oh Rose, don’t let ’em name your price, you’ve paid enough, babe — more than twice. Keep your heart, keep your fight, leave that bloody house tonight. Saw you laughin’ with the punters like the joke was somehow yours, then I caught you starin’ nowhere while they stumbled through the doors. You said, “Mate, don’t play the hero, I can handle my own mess.” I said, “Fair enough — but freedom shouldn’t need a fancy dress.” No sermon. No rescue scene. Just a spare seat... if you wanna leave. They’ll tell you you’re too far gone, that’s how they keep you in the frame. But a street with no direction still beats sleepin’ in their game. Oh Rose, leave that house tonight, kick that door and nick the morning light. No more “yes, love,” no more fake alright, come ride the last bus out with me tonight. Oh Rose, don’t let ’em name your price, you’ve paid enough, babe — more than twice. Keep your heart, keep your fight, leave that bloody house tonight. Rose, I ain’t sayin’ life gets sweet. Could be rain, cold chips, tired feet. But your own bad road’s still your own damn street... and that’s a start. Oh Rose, leave that house tonight, take your name back, hold it tight. No halo, no grand goodbye— Just walk out, Rose. Yeah... tonight.
