Coffe Homeground lyrics

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 got ears here?

Well, you won`t get me with your Belladonna--in the coffee,
And you won`t get me with your aresenic--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.

Well, you won`t get me with your Belladonna--in the coffee,
And you won`t get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,
And you won`t put me in a six-foot plot--with your hemlock
On the rocks.

You won`t get me with your Belladonna--in the coffee,
And you won`t get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,
And you won`t get me in a hole to rot--with your hemlock
On the rocks.

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 [inaudible]`*
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