Psycho Bitch Songtext
von Poor Bailey

Well you said you found my letters in a box in your closet
You thought it was odd how they reminded you of me
And all those letters you wrote were disposed of long ago

Pollute in the air, dispense out of my chimney
And those things, those things that haunted my dreams
I brought all I could bring, I sang all I could sing
And that ring, that ring, that god awful ring
Its cheap metal wore a hole, it turned my finger green
And they say talk is cheap but your words cost me quite a bit
If you want my advice I′d be glad to give you it
You should go play out on the freeway or go jump off a cliff

Just get away from me, psycho bitch

My memories of you are too awful to be true


I saw my future, I didn't see you
I′m doing fine, doing great, just learning from my mistakes
I'm too busy to love, too lazy to hate you
But I ain't gonna lend myself out again
I don′t care how you′re doing, I don't care how you′ve been
Well it's clear as can be, it′s as bad as it seems
You're a liar, a thief, a rotten human being
And it must suck to have to live inside those shoes
With every chance to win still you′re determined to lose

I could care less which trail you choose
Just get away from me, psycho bitch

Get away from me, psycho bitch
Get away from me, psycho bitch
Oh, get away from me
Get away from me
Get away from me, psycho bitch