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