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, 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