(Whistle) 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, mistells, knocks me on my knees It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me from a tree After I count down, three rounds, in Hell ill 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 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, mistells, 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 ill be in good company in Hell ill be in good company in Hell ill be in good company (Whistle)
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