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Cynthia Mask - Lyrics by Hitchcock Robyn


Lyrics
napoleonwore a black hatate lots of chickenand conquered half europenapoleonwas caught by the britishimprisoned on elbahe died on the phonechamberlaincame crawling from munichwith one piece of paperhe waved at the camerapeace in our timeoh thank you herr hitlertell that to the polishtell that to the jewsyou take your babesup to the bathroomand then you leadthem into the bedroomgnarly babesfor pleasure and profitcorrectly appliedcould bring good resultscynthia maskyou're wearing a cynthia maskcynthia maskyou're wearing a cynthia maskyou're dressed as yourselfyou walk down the pavementyou smile like a bowlyou grin like a melonthe people that passthey think that they know youthey're too busy thinkingto see who you arei'll reach your lungslike smoke in the orchardscattered in bushesthe firemen laughingi'll rap your handswith personal signalsdon't come to me latercome to me nowcynthia maskyou're wearing a cynthia maskcynthia maskcynthia maski know how she feelsbut can't say a word becausenothing is real in herenot even herdisguise yourselfas you or anothera brick or a spiderin hunger and silencethe yawning crossthe hill full of pebblesinside you foreverinside you is allcynthia mask

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