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In Hell I'll Be in Good Company - The Dead South
Written by：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 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 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 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 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
