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 redhead, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze
The stage, it smells, tells, hell's bells, missed 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 redhead, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze
The stage, it smells, tells, hell's bells, missed 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
In hell I'll be in good company
In hell I'll be in good company
