Overijssel Patricia Taxxon

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Look alive
Look at ease
Look ahead, check
Don’t avert your eyes
Don’t appease
Don’t draw any attention to the carpet-covered figure in the back
It’s the wood I’ve yet to stack
It’s a whore I had to crack

Six hundred long kilometers from Zwolle to the border
Law and order won’t be waiting, and the days are getting shorter
Sitting tight with my wife waiting quiet like a gem
How’d I end up here again?

I shot my wife in Overijssеl
I buried her in Germany
I shot hеr with my fancy rifle
She didn’t even look at me
I shot my wife in Overijssel
I buried her in Germany
I shot her with my fancy rifle
She didn’t even look at me

I shot my wife in Overijssel
I buried her in Germany
I shot her with my fancy rifle
She didn’t even look at me
I shot my wife in Overijssel
I buried her in Germany
I shot her with my fancy rifle
She didn’t even look at me