At Madam Plum's - Stephin Merritt

Just outside this window

Blood might get on your shoes

Please don’t track it in though

Thank you

We’ve all read the news

Outside, it’s drums and trumpets

But here, it’s tea and crumpets

Here at madam plum’s

Where everybody comes

We watch the world decay

And dance the night away

Here at madam plum’s

Their trumpets and their drums

Are hardly ever heard

And war is just a word

It may be raining fire

But here, we don’t enquire

We find it necessary

To take a spot of sherry

And so we find a very

Secluded sanctuary

Way down in the slums

We step over the bums

Behind the liquor store

To find the hidden door

Down at madam plum’s

We spend fantastic sums

And all our idle hours

Admiring the flowers

Here at madam plum’s

We grow chrysanthemums

Of every size and kind

However you’re inclined…

Here at madam plum’s

Where everybody comes

We watch the world decay

And dance the night away

Here at madam plum’s

Their trumpets and their drums

Are hardly every heard

And war is just a word