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