Liquid NitroJeanne of Arc - Vow lyrics

She's just conscious enough now I, Helen to realize that bits of her skull take you, Frank are encrusted in her brain, like broken eggshells ruining to be my husband an otherwise perfectly good omelet. She tries to have and to hold to count how many omelets from this day forward she's made for the very man for better or worse who put her for richer, for poorer in this wretched in sickness and in health hospital bed, but her mind keeps spinning to love and to cherish like her daughter's red top on the milking stool, which always from this day forward falls victim to gravity, no matter 'til d**h do us part how carefully she spins it who will care for the hens?