Cinnamon

In the dark night, I won't protect you
I will only inject you
Like a frozen cinnamon statue
Your beauty's tame
But you were dead when you came to me

They're locking them up today
They're throwing away the key
Who will it be tomorrow, you or me?
Who will it be tomorrow, you or me?

Good old son, burn down your bridges
The conversation has me in stitches
Then you bathe in your beautiful riches
Your beauty's tame
But you were dead when you came to me

They're locking them up today
They're throwing away the key
Who will it be tomorrow, you or me?
Who will it be tomorrow, you or me?

Golden sun, cuts like a razor blade
Build ten tonnes of barricade
A mountain-made waxwork parade
Your beauty's strange
But you were dead when you came to me

They're locking them up today
They're throwing away the key
Who will it be tomorrow, you or me?
Who will it be tomorrow, you or me?

They're locking them up today
They're throwing away the key
Who will it be tomorrow, you or me?
Who will it be tomorrow, you or me?



Credits
Writer(s): Philip Mcdonald
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