He goes into the ambulance
Blood on my hands
Blood on my hands
The dutiful wife
She gets in her car
Where's the gun?
Where's the gun?
Her nose broken
Hurts when she wipes the blood away
Why did he?
How could he?
She follows the ambulance
At a safe speed
No need to hurry to him
No need to hurry
She gets to the hospital
Parks
He's in there
In there
She watches the
They hurry away
Shot through the head
Shot through the head
One comes up to her
"I'm sorry Ma'am."
He's Dead
Dead
He says "Your Husband
Didn't make it."
Dead Dead
Shot through the head
He says "Ma'am we
Need to get you patched up"
He's Dead Dead
Shot through the head
Shot through the head
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