Coffee Homeground - 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 Crippen

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 arsenic (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

Pictures of Crippen

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 arsenic (In the pot of tea)

And you won’t put me in a six foot plot (With your hemlock)

On the rocks

With your hemlock on the rocks

«Noch ein Glas, mein Liebchen»

With your hemlock on the rocks

With your hemlock on the rocks

«Es schmeckt wunderbar!»

With your hemlock on the rocks

«Es schmeckt wunderbar!»

With your hemlock on the rocks

With your hemlock on the rocks

With your hemlock on the rocks

With your hemlock on the rocks