In Hell I'll Be In Good Company in Hello

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 in my shoulder
Oh babe don’t know what I’m gonna do

I see my red head
Messed bed
Tears shed
Queen bee
My squeeze

The stage
It smells
Hell’s bells
Misspells
Knocks me on my knees

It didn’t hurt
Flirt
Blood squirt
Stuffed me on a tree

After I count down
Three rounds
In Hell I’ll be good company