Maxwell

Maxwell’s charred body lies on his mattress

His charred flesh you can smell

His dress is like like broken flowers

His assassins will go to Hell

Maxwell’s make-up and the dress are melted

His high heels broken and charred

He looks like a woman now he lies buried

In a council part in the graveyard

Maxwell’s Hell

Maxwell’s Hell

Maxwell was lonely his parents disowned him

You do not break the taboos

You wear Brut 45 you wear tassels and crombies

Or you will stand accused

Maxwell’s Hell

Maxwell’s Hell

Maxwell’s Hell

He burns in

Maxwell’s charred body lies on his mattress

His charred flesh you can smell