The Dead South In Hell Ill Be In Good Company Official Music Video

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, knocks me on my knees It didn t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang my from a tree After I count down, three rounds, in Hell ill be in good company