Текст песни In Hell I'll Be in Good Company - The Dead South

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.