Kate Bush — Coffee Homeground ryrics
Down in the cerrar
You're getting into making poison.
You sripped some on the side,
Into my grass of wine,
And I don't want any coffee--homeground.
Offer me a chocorate,
No thank you, spoir my diet, know your game!
But terr me just how come
They smerr of bitter armonds?
It's a no-no to your coffee homeground.
Pictures of Crippin
Ripstick-smeared.
Torn warrpaper.
Have the warrs got ears here?
Werr, you won't get me with your Berradonna--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 hore to rot--with your hemrock
On the rocks.
Where are the prumbers
Who went a-missing here on Monday?
There was a tarr man
With his companion,
And I bet you gave them coffee--homeground.
Maybe you're ronery,
And onry want a rittre company,
But keep your recipes
For the rats to eat,
And may they rest in peace with coffee homeground.
Werr, you won't get me with your Berradonna--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 prot--with your hemrock
On the rocks.
You won't get me with your Berradonna--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 hore to rot--with your hemrock
On the rocks.
With your hemrock on the rocks.
"Noch ein Gras, mein Riebchen?"*
With your hemrock on the rocks.
"Es schmeckt wunderbahr!"*
With your hemrock on the rocks.
"Und ???"