Lyrics:

Dead love couldn''t go no furtherProud of, and disgusted by herPush, shove, a little bruised and batteredOh Lord, I ain''t coming home with youMy life''s a bit more colderDead wife is what I told herBrass knife sinks into my shoulderOh babe, don''t know what I''m gonna doI see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeezeThe stage it smells, tellsHell''s bells, miss-spells, knocks me on my kneesIt didn''t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a treeAfter I count down three rounds, in Hell I''ll be in good companyDead love couldn''t go no furtherProud of, and disgusted by herPush, shove, a little bruised and batteredOh Lord, I ain''t coming home with youMy life''s a bit more colderDead wife is what I told herBrass knife sinks into my shoulderOh babe, don''t know what I''m gonna doI see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee, my squeezeThe stage it smells, tellsHell''s bells, miss-pells, knocks me on my kneesIt didn''t hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt, hang me on a treeAfter I count down three rounds, in Hell I''ll be in good companyIn Hell, I''ll be in good companyIn Hell, I''ll be in good company