The Dead South Lyrics "In Hell I'll Be In Good
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The Dead South Lyrics
"In Hell I'll Be In Good Company"
Covid goin' further, doin' a number on poor me
Skeptical of, scared of and disgusted I am by it
Push, shove, a lot bruised and battered by it
Oh Lord I ain't coming home from the ICU
My life's a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Covid vax never stung my arm
Oh babe didn't mean you no harm
I see my red head, sneezin', wheezin' and I feel so fatigued.
it done Knocked me on my knees
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company
But even Long Covid woulda been better for me, puhleeze.
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
In hell I'll be in good company
"In Hell I'll Be In Good Company"
Covid goin' further, doin' a number on poor me
Skeptical of, scared of and disgusted I am by it
Push, shove, a lot bruised and battered by it
Oh Lord I ain't coming home from the ICU
My life's a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Covid vax never stung my arm
Oh babe didn't mean you no harm
I see my red head, sneezin', wheezin' and I feel so fatigued.
it done Knocked me on my knees
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company
But even Long Covid woulda been better for me, puhleeze.
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
In hell I'll be in good company
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