Kate Bush - Coffee Homeground Lyrics
Down in the cellarYoure getting into making poison.You slipped some on the side,Into my glass of wine,And I dont want any coffee--homeground.Offer me a chocolate,No thank you, spoil my diet, know your game!But tell me just how comeThey smell of bitter almonds?Its a no-no to your coffee homeground.Pictures of crippinLipstick-smeared.Torn wallpaper.Have the walls got ears here?Well, you wont get me with your belladonna--in the coffee,And you wont get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,And you wont get me in a hole to rot--with your hemlockOn the rocks.Where are the plumbersWho went a-missing here on monday?There was a tall manWith his companion,And I bet you gave them coffee--homeground.Maybe youre lonely,And only want a little company,But keep your recipesFor the rats to eat,And may they rest in peace with coffee homeground.Well, you wont get me with your belladonna--in the coffee,And you wont get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,And you wont put me in a six-foot plot--with your hemlockOn the rocks.You wont get me with your belladonna--in the coffee,And you wont get me with your aresenic--in the pot of tea,And you wont get me in a hole to rot--with your hemlockOn 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 ? ? ?