In Hell I'll Be 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, misspells
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, misspells
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
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, misspells
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, misspells
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
Credits
Writer(s): Colton Crawford, Nathaniel Hilts, Scott Pringle, Daniel Kenyon
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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