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 plot 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