Kate Bush - Coffee Homeground текст песни

Down in the cellar

Youre 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 come

They smell of bitter almonds?

Its a no-no to your coffee homeground.

Pictures of crippin

Lipstick-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 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 youre 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 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 hemlock

On 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 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 ? ? ?