The Dead South In Hell I'll Be In Good Company song lyrics

Dead Love couldn't go no further,

Proud of and disgusted by her,

Push shove, a little bruised and battered

Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you.

My life's a bit more colder,

Dead wife is what I told her

Brass knife sinks into my shoulder

Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do.

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze

The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my knees.

It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree

After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company.

Dead Love couldn't go no further,

Proud of and disgusted by her,

Push shove, a little bruised and battered

Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you.

My life's a bit more colder,

Dead wife is what I told her

Brass knife sinks into my shoulder

Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do.

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze

The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-pells, knocks me on my knees

It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a tree.

After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company...

In hell I'll be in good company.