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

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 comin home with you My lifes a bit more colder Dead wife is what I told her Bra** 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, hells bells, knocks me on my knees It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang my from a tree After I count down, three rounds, in Hell ill 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 comin home with you My lifes a bit more colder Dead wife is what I told her Bra** 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, hells bells, misspells, knocks me on my knees It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang my on a tree After I count down, three rounds, in Hell ill be in good company In Hell Ill be in Good Company