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Arthur Brown

Coffin Confession

 

Coffin Confession

(album: Long Long Road - 2022)


Come out of the toilet
With your hands up
And put down that bag of crisps
Or it's curtains for you

I loved you once
But I just can't stand your politics
Take me to your boudoir
Your scented breath
Has guaranteed my return

Here, from my coffin
As I open the lid
Seeing the surprised faces of all my relatives
And their disappointment
That I shall still live to spend all of my money
And, my grandchildren
Shall inherit before my children
Who I have disowned, one and all

They say
That this is merely Alzheimer's, the crankiness of age
But little do they know
It's a very calmly-planned, vindictive revenge

done

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