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>> Coffee Homeground << |
Down in the cellar, You're getting into making poison, You slipped some on the side, Into my glass of wine, And I don't want any coffee-homeground. Offer me a chocolate, No thank you spoil my diet, know your game! But tell me just how come They smell of bitter almonds? It's a no-no to your coffee homeground. Pictures of Crippin, lipstick-smeared, Torn wallpaper, have the walls bot ears here? Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna-in the coffee. And you won't get me with your arsenic, -in the pot of tea And you won't get me in a hole to rot (put me in a six foot plot). With your hemlock on the rocks. Where are the plumbers, Who went a-missing here on Monday? There was a tall man, With his companion, And I bet you gave them coffee-homeground. Well maybe you are lonely, And only want a little company, But keep your recipes for the rats to eat And may they rest in peace with coffee-homeground. Pictures of Crippin, lipstick-smeared, Torn wallpaper, have the walls bot ears here? Drums & Percussion - Stuart Elliot Rythem Guitar - Ian Bairnson Bass - David Paton Synthesizer - Duncan Mackey Piano - Kate Bush |
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