Coffe Homeground Lyrics

Coffe 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 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]"*