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-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