Cinnamon Hitler

Come gather round, O ye lost and found
You will make the sound I want to hear

Dummy dictator

Whisper to a roar, you will be my whore
More, give me more, that's why you're here

Cinnamon Hitler

If this is going on, the world has gone to sleep
Bang the gong on the monster from the deep

Tangerine obscene, you puff and pout and preen
You're exactly what you seem, Mr Wonderful

Imaginary wealth, mercenary self
Your plunder and your pelf, I've had a bellyful

If this is going on, the world has gone to sleep
Bang the gong on the monster from the deep, dark
Pit of ambition, just the latest edition
Stringing you along, read it and weep

Brink of insanity, bereft of empathy
Your Titanic vanity, and they called it unsinkable

As rich as you feel, your fabricated zeal
Let's not make a deal with the unthinkable

Cinnamon Hitler



Credits
Writer(s): Lindsay Moxham
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