Margaret's Injection - Kitchens Of Distinction

Love is our large concern

But that’s become difficult to share

She cannot open her eyes

They’ve been glued by greed

I’m not in the habit of hurting a person

Never relished violence

But Margaret it’s time for your injection

Should I fetch a priest and gun?

Her trip is now beginning

She dies unloved

She’ll never be forgotten she made sure of that

Selling back to people what they’d already got

I wish I missed you more, not never a wound to heal

I wish I’d hurt you more, pain is your just reward

I wish I missed you more, not never a wound to heal

I wish I’d killed you more, pain is your just reward

Time is now mine to kill

Her corpse is threatening to smell

I watch her blood congeal just skin and bones

She’ll never be forgotten i’ll paint on her grave

And take from her kind any love that they’d made

I wish I missed you more, not never a wound to heal

I wish I’d hurt you more, pain is your just reward

I wish I missed you more, not never a wound to heal

I wish I’d killed you more, pain is your just reward