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 Crippen Lipstick-smeared. Torn wallpaper. Have the walls got ears here?
[Chorus] 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, 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.
Maybe you're 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.
With your hemlock on the rocks. "Noch ein Glas, mein Liebchen?"* With your hemlock on the rocks. "Es schmeckt wunderbahr!"* With your hemlock on the rocks. "Und ?"
Writer/s: KATE BUSH
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Zabadak from London, EnglandThis is a very funny record, er, about poisoning! The melody, however, is reminiscent of the theme to the UK TV series "Tales Of The Unexpected", half-hour vignettes which would feature a deadly, often ironic twist at the end.