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.
"und???"