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, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang my from a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in Hell ill 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, misspells, knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang my on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in Hell ill be in good company
In Hell Ill be in Good Company
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