Lyrics:
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
Info:
Männer mit Hüten, Mandoline spielend gehen immer! Raue Typen in witzigen Szenen sind heute unser Video der Woche. Ach musikalisch ist das keine Revolution, aber dennoch gut. Also hör gefälligst rein! 😉
Directed by Zach Wilson of Two Brothers Films. Recorded and Mixed by Orion Paradis at www.soulsound.ca
We recognize and thank Creative Saskatchewan for their financial support in the production of this video.
