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 me in 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 comin 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, 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 I'll be in good company

In Hell I'll be in Good Company