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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 SongtexteOh 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 (Gracias a martin por esta letra) Aus Songtexte Mania