In Hell I'll Be in Good Company Songtext
von The Dead South

In Hell I'll Be in Good Company Songtext

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.

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Lea Flor

It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me !! from !! a tree
it should be "ON A TREE"

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