In Hell I'll Be 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, 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
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, 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

In hell, I'll be in good company