Well its coming on to thirteen years together babe I pray that its a luck Unlucky lucky number And although I know I borought you joy and happiness babe I've also been a fuck Secondary source for anger 'Cause its all a part of the game Yes, its all, a part of the symphony And I pray, that your face is the last I see On a peaceful afternoon And now that our machine is running on full steam I pray that nothing chucks A wrench into the matters But between sex and death And trying to keep the kitchen clean Remember wild roses bloom Best in ruins, forever after 'Cause its all a part of the game Yes its all, a part of the symphony And I pray, that your face is the last I see On a peaceful afternoon Leaving the living And just in case, you go before me Rest assured though there's no guarantee That my face, my face will be the last you see On a peaceful afternoon