Letra In Hell I'll Be In Good Company de The Dead South original

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
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder

Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do

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
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, 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