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
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 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
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 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
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 In Hell, I'll be in good company
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 In Hell, I'll be in good company