Paroles de 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