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