mr. fate 'n ms. chance
Well Ms. Chance says to Mr. Fate,
"I can't believe we got this date."
"Ms. Chance", says Mr. Fate,
"It's not early and it's not late."
Ms Chance says, "It's about time,
What 'll be, your house or mine?"
Mr. Fate says "I got a dime
What's got two heads for a bottom line."
Ms. Chance drags him to the hotel
Across the street named, "wishing well".
Ms. Chance says, "You're an easy sell".
Mr. Fate says, "Many roads lead t' hell."
Mr. Fate 'n Ms. Chance
Tangled in whimsy's dance
With a forward romance so it would seem.
Time checkin' its watch t' fulfill her dream?
Child an' her dad in front of a church
Feeding pigeons on a food search.
Can't believe their luck of the draw,
Dragged to them by destiny's claw.
Beggars kneeling in front of a church
Holdin' a crucifix on a food search
Can't believe their luck of the draw,
Endless as the blade of a chain saw.
Finger on the trigger of a forty-five
Lookin' for a chance to stay alive.
Driving on the edge of the Fate Express
To the exit of nothingness.
Clocks measurin' the seconds of times.
Breakin' rocks measurin' fines.
Roulette wheel stops on a dime,
Braked by friction or a crime?
Ms. Chance 'n Mr. Fate
Wonderin' 'bout their wedding date.
Place your bets it takes place
On the chance of divine grace.
Ms. Chance 'n Mr. Fate
Mr. Fate 'n Ms. Chance
Got a date made in heaven or hell.
Place your bets that it's too soon t' tell.