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 diet, know your game!

But tell me just how come

The smell of bitter almonds?

It's a no-no to your coffee homeground.

Chorus Picture of Crippin, lipstick-smeared,

Torn wallpaper, have the walls got ears

here?

Well, you won't get me with your

Belladonna - in the coffee.

And you won't get 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.

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