Dead love couldn't go no further
Proud of, and disgusted by herPush, shove, a little bruised and batteredOh Lord, I ain't coming home with you
My life's a bit more colderDead wife is what I told herBrass knife sinks into my shoulderOh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeezeThe stage, it smells, tellsHell's bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my kneesIt didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a treeAfter I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company
Dead love couldn't go no furtherProud of, and disgusted by herPush, shove, a little bruised and batteredOh Lord, I ain't coming home with you
My life's a bit more colderDead wife is what I told herBrass knife sinks into my shoulderOh babe, don't know what I'm gonna do
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeezeThe stage it smells, tellsHell's bells, miss-pells, knocks me on my kneesIt didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a treeAfter I count down three rounds, in Hell I'll be in good company
In Hell, I'll be in good companyIn Hell, I'll be in good company
