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-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 In hell I'll be in good company In hell I'll be in good company