Patricia Taxxon Lyrics

john

on Overijssel

Pop, 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 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

She was a caliper, a malady, rectangular
Refurbished in the name of cut-rate incense, Satya Lavender
She stunk with insincerity, essential oils her verity
Disloyalty, conformity, and riches were the air she breathes

She said I had no heart, as if she hadn’t taken it
I saw her heart adrift, I’ll use her pearly rib to stake it in
She said that I was sick, as if she had to tell me that
I’ll pawn her teeth abroad, “Alkmaar, Leiden, Utrecht, and Lelystad”

Pop, look alive, look at ease
Look ahead, check, don’t avert your eyes, don’t appease
She’s nowhere to be found no more, she’s with her father now
No cell can come between my dearest wife and her new crimson gown

Six hundred long kilometers from Zwolle to the border
Law and order comes ‘a knocking, but I won’t be waiting for her
Sitting tight, with my wife waiting quiet like a gem
How’d I end up here again?

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