In Hell I'll Be In Good Company
The Dead South
In Hell I'll Be In Good Company
with banjo
Verse
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 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
Chorus
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed,
Queen bee, my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells,
Mistells, 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 ill be in good company
Verse
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 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
Chorus
I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed,
Queen bee, my squeeze.
The stage it smells, tells, hells bells,
Mistells, 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 ill be in good company
in Hell ill be in good company
in Hell ill be in good company