Beautiful South - The Final Spark lyrics

Well the dice that I roll Never seems to land on six And the 48 card pack Is short of some of my old tricks The horse I bet on all those years ago Is probably still running round the track Like the marriage that I gamble on I We could From the firework love ignites But the sparkler of romance It proved impossible to light If your country code or your green cross code It can leave a lasting mark History books have showed, follow safety code And stamp out your final spark Well the husband that I married once I should Kept him sitting waiting there To show the tortoise middle-age Cause you never back an animal That struggles on two legs I Than one that sits up and just begs Milk will curdle, cheese go off Expensive wine mature Kids grow up, parents down Husbands turn to tragic bore Receipts and life insurance all very well But don So you can When he