Текст песни In Hell I'll Be in Good Company - Live at the Marquee Ballroom, Halifax, NS - 2019 - The Dead South
                                                    I 
                                                give 
                                                this 
                                                an 
                                                introduction 
                                                but 
                                                    I 
                                                don't 
                                                think 
                                                it 
                                                needs 
                                                one
 
                                    
                                
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                hell, 
                                                I'll 
                                                be 
                                                in 
                                                good 
                                                company
 
                                    
                                
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