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Lyrics for 'Coffee Homeground' by 'Kate Bush'
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.
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