The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be in Good Company lyrics
[The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be in Good Company 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
Damned 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
Misspells 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
Damned 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
Misspells 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
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
Damned 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
Misspells 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
Damned 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
Misspells 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