na ja berühren ist so ne Sache, dennoch
- mein Sommer 2017 song - den die ganze familie auf der usa tour mitsang (by hirnwascheffekt)
Good Company by The Dead South
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
Quelle: LyricFind
Songwriter: Colton Crawford / Scott Pringle / Danny Kenyon / Nate Hills
Songtext von In Hell I'll Be In Good Company Peermusic Publishing
Künstler: The Dead South
Album: Good Company
Veröffentlicht: 2014
Genre: Folk
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"Miss Mary"
Lady killed a man today
Someone out o' the way
Didn't know what to do or what to say
And she ran, oh as fast as she can
To the nearest garbage
Where she threw his body in with a plastic bag
Covered up the rancid smell and decay of her man
Oh, what a tragic plan
Miss Mary and her man
Mary came up on the floor, never seen such blood
When she heard a man a-thump, she grabbed that six-shooter gun
There was nothing he could do, nothing he could say
He was naked with another woman, screwin' around that day
One! (Hey!) Two! (Hey) Three! (Hey!) Four! (Hey!)
Was this for real?
Five! (Hey!) Six! (Hey!) Seven! (Hey!) Eight! (Hey!)
She woke up on the floor of the jail
It was just an illusion, toxic thrill
Kill a man and
Thing about Miss Mary was she took too many pills
Voices in her head are calling out
Miss Mary and her man
She woke up from a dream, seeing blood about
Her husband was innocent, she killed him anyhow
La-la-la la-la-la, la-la-la la-la
La-la la-la la-la-la, la-la la-la la
Oh, Miss Mary shootin' about
Killed her man with illusion and doubt
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