Murdering Nurse

I suckle up your medicine
Although it makes me worse
Your hand upon my forehead is no blessing, it's a curse
But I don't want to leave your touch, until I travel in a hearse
I'm addicted to your remedies, my sweet murdering nurse

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven gulp
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven gone

Your kisses burn but I know I'm safe
Till you have my signature, I have your patience
The will you slide towards my pillow
I'll stay my hand, and stay your patient

They freed you once, the gentle public
To Judge Bramwell's shock and surprise
But seven more bodies brought you back
The jurors ruled for your demise

Twenty thousand saw you hang
The show of the season and you were the star
The last woman publicly hanged in London
And what a finale! What an honour!



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Barker
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