Paroles de 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 redhead, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze The stage, it smells, tells, hell's bells, missed 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 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 redhead, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeeze The stage, it smells, tells, hell's bells, missed 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 In hell I'll be in good company In hell I'll be in good company