Arthur Brown - Coffin Confession lyrics

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