In Hell I'll Be In Good Company Lyrics - 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