In Hell I'll be in Good Company - The Dead South

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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 comin home with you.

My lifes 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 my from 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 comin home with you.

My lifes 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 my from a tree,
after I count down, three rounds,
in Hell I'll be in Good Company.

In Hell I'll be in Good Company.
In Hell I'll be in Good Company.