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?