Dead love couldn′t go no further

Proud of, and disgusted by her

Push, shove, a little bruised and batteredOh 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