Intro:
Dm Gm A

Dm                                          Gm
Maxwell's charred body lies on his mattress

His charred flesh you can smell
    A                                         Dm
His dress is like broken, like broken flowers

His assassins will go to Hell

Dm                                          Gm
Maxwell's make-up and the dress are melted

His high heels broken and charred
   A
He looks like a woman now he lies buried
       Dm
In a council part in the graveyard
          Gm   A
Maxwell's Hell
          Gm   A
Maxwell's Hell

Dm                                          Gm
Maxwell was lonely his parents disowned him

You do not break the taboos
         A                                      Dm
You wear Brut 45, you wear tassels and crombies

Or you will stand accused
          Gm   A
Maxwell's Hell
          Gm   A
Maxwell's Hell
          Gm   A
Maxwell's Hell

He burns in

Dm                                          A
Maxwell's charred body lies on his mattress
                          Dm
His charred flesh you can smell