Down in the cellar
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You're getting into making poison.
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You slipped some on the side,
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Into my glass of wine,
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And I don't want any coffee--homeground.
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Offer me a chocolate,
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No thank you, spoil my diet, know your game!
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But tell me just how come
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They smell of bitter almonds?
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It's a no-no to your coffee homeground.
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Pictures of Crippin
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Lipstick-smeared.
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Torn wallpaper.
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Have the walls got ears here?
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Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna--in the coffee,
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And you won't get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,
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And you won't get me in a hole to rot--with your hemlock
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On the rocks.
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Where are the plumbers
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Who went a-missing here on Monday?
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There was a tall man
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With his companion,
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And I bet you gave them coffee--homeground.
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Maybe you're lonely,
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And only want a little company,
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But keep your recipes
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For the rats to eat,
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And may they rest in peace with coffee homeground.
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Well, you won't get me with your Belladonna--in the coffee,
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And you won't get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,
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And you won't put me in a six-foot plot--with your hemlock
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On the rocks.
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You won't get me with your Belladonna--in the coffee,
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And you won't get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,
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And you won't get me in a hole to rot--with your hemlock
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On the rocks.
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With your hemlock on the rocks.
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"Noch ein Glas, mein Liebchen?"*
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With your hemlock on the rocks.
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"Es schmeckt wunderbahr!"*
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With your hemlock on the rocks.
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"Und ???"
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Coffee Homeground
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Kate Bush |