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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-spells, knocks me on my knees.

It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from 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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