In Hell I'll Be in Good Company
Lyrics Details
- Price: $0.99
- Release Date: 4/26/2014
- Genre: Folk
- Country: USA
- Explicitness: notExplicit
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 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 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
In Hell, I'll be in good company Writer(s): Daniel J Kenyon, Colton Craig Crawford, Nathaniel William Hilts, Scott Matthew Pringle
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 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 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
In Hell, I'll be in good company Writer(s): Daniel J Kenyon, Colton Craig Crawford, Nathaniel William Hilts, Scott Matthew Pringle
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