The Dead South - In Hell I'll Be In Good Company Тексты

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-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

In hell I'll be in good company
In hell I'll be in good company