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