Well, it's coming onto 13 years together, babeI pray that it's the luck-, a lucky lucky numberAnd although I know I've brought you joy and happiness, babeI've also been a fec-, a fecund resource for angerCause it's all a part of the gameYeah, it's all a part of the symphonyAnd I pray that your face is the last I seeOn a peaceful afternoonAnd now that our machine is running at full steamI pray that nothing shucks a wrench into the matterBut between sex and death and tryin' to keep the kitchen cleanRemember wild the roses bloom best in ruins forever afterCause it's all a part of the gameYeah, it's all a part of the symphonyAnd I pray that your face is the last I seeOn a peaceful afternoonLeaving the living roomCause it's all a part of the gameYeah, it's all a part of the symphonyAnd I pray that your face is the last I seeOn a peaceful afternoonAnd just in case you go before meRest assured that of this I can guaranteeThat my face, that my face is the last you'll seeOn a peaceful afternoonLeaving the living room