Oh my wife, All my life, I do - I donI marry you, I bury younnSweet suffer tuck me in don't let me winnSweet suffer pull the pin this story needs to endnDon't let the axe fall on my handsnLet the axe fall on my headnnLook there's a tomb for younShrew I'm made out of gluenthat you can't producenShe'll be the same way todaynpush pushing awaynand I'll be the last one afraid to staynnI have a very pretty grave n