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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 diet, know your game! But tell me just how come The smell of bitter almonds? It's a no-no to your coffee homeground. Chorus Picture 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 with your arsenic, - in the pot of tea. And you won't get me in a hole to rot. (put me in a six foot plot). 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. Well, maybe you are 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. Chorus