Oh my wife, All my life, I do - I do   I marry you, I bury you      Sweet suffer tuck me in don't let me win   Sweet suffer pull the pin this story needs to end   Don't let the axe fall on my hands   Let the axe fall on my head      Look there's a tomb for you   Shrew I'm made out of glue   that you can't produce   She'll be the same way today   push pushing away   and I'll be the last one afraid to stay      I have a very pretty grave