"Personal Hell" lyrics

In another life of mine, I knew a man
He'd lie on his old lady 'bout as quick as he can
Depending on the way he would stutter and slur
His infidelity to her would never occur

Some to, but to somebody that knew him well
That was his personal hell, yeah, that's a personal hell
He's finally perfect, he's perfectly fine
But he hurts sometimes, he hurts sometimes

I know, oh, oh, I know
Hurts sometimes, oh, he hurts sometimes
Hurts sometimes, I know

Need a body buried, he's the guy you should call
But if he got away with murder, did he murder at all?
He wasn't evil, never motivated by greed
He'd always tell himself he had a family to feed

He came with twenty grand on illegitimate checks
It was his personal best, yeah, that's a personal best
He's finally perfect, he's perfectly fine
But he hurts sometimes, hurts sometimes

I know, oh, oh, I know
Hurts sometimes, oh, he hurts sometimes
Yeah, he hurts sometimes, I know

He left it all behind, then he came out west
He never spoke of the past, he kept it close to his chest
Tried to leave the country, but his visa declined
So, he expedited postage on a Serbian bride

Sleeping in a hammock or a federal cell
It's all his personal hell, it's all his personal hell
Is he finally perfect or just perfectly fine?
Does he hurt sometimes? Does he still hurt sometimes?

I don't know

Go. Keep going

Hurts sometimes, hurts sometimes, hurts sometimes. Does he hurt sometimes?
Hurts sometimes, hurts sometimes. Does he hurt sometimes? I know