Look at the Things I Would Never Do

Words and music by Carol Murphy.

Good luck Maggie Murtagh in all that you do

This life pushes you into strange circumstances a new

And we walk around thinking we know ourselves as good,

and judge others and say

look at the things I would never do

Because we are rarely pushed to the brink of despair with a lack of love a lack of money and a lack of food, like everyone in this madness,

Even You

She takes a knife

And cuts his throat

And eats his flesh

And wears his coat

And steals his money

And rides his horse

And gives it all away

On a noble course

But the time is hard

And the road is unforgiving

And her mind is lost

But she tells herself she is living

Look at the things I would never do.

Its easy to love

Its easy to pray

Its easy to point

And look the other way

Its easy to judge

Its easy to name

Its easy to laugh

Its easy to shame

Look at the things I would never do

Famine village, rape and pillage

Destroy and conquer, divide the spillage

Guzzling the wine, dressing in all the fine

Clothes and bloodied Jewellery of the gentry folk it is her time

And with each ever more slowing pulse

She starts to feel cold, and unspecific and loose

And falls back wasted and dizzy and unwilling

Addicted to her appetites and her killing