(assobio) (banjo) 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, 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 In hell I'll be in Good Company In hell I'll be in Good Company (assobio)