歌手:The Dead South
专辑:《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-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, 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