Maxwell's charred body lies on his mattress
His charred flesh you can smell
His dress is like like broken flowers
His a**a**ins 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 ta**els 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