P.S. Get Lost

Lyrics

I'm leanin' on my elbow Got a backbone full of hate Been spyin' through your diary Arrived at June eighth I'm workin' out your scribble I don't like what I read It says here "Amy Jackson This girl sells what I need" The first of March was D-day In the battle of your bed It's all down here in black and white The queen of hearts is red So I'm tearin' out the pages Days and weeks and months and years Gonna fry them for your supper Served up with salad tears P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost The picture's slowly buildin' The king bee in his hive You're gonna feel my sting, boy My hands becomе ten knives I've been snoopin' round your palacе Found a mojo in a drawer Two jade monkeys on a chain And a black cat's frozen paw P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost Your bed's still warm from lovin' The sheets, they don't tell lies The shirt that's drying by the fire It's silk and it's not my size Found a note pinned to the pillow Your words bite cold as frost "Amy Jackson's movin' in" And ends: P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost P.S. Get lost (P.S. Get lost) (P.S. Get...) (P.S. Get lost) (P.S. Get...) P.S. Get lost