Cyanide Cindy by Aaron Smith

Hello there, Cyanide Cindy,
Daughter of Typhoid Mary
Your thoughts are selfish and your heart is cold
You’re the coal mine’s favorite canary

Even after we lost Billy
You still didn’t give a fuck
You just keep on breathing it in
Make yourself a sitting duck

You were the first to rip off your mask
though you hadn’t had the needle
Your ignorance might bring you bliss
But it doesn’t make you any less evil

No shot, no mask, no service
You wonder what you’ve done to deserve this
No shot, no mask, no service
Why don’t you ask your god to preserve us?

I’d like to walk you through the morgue
And see if seeing is believing
If you think your god will protect you from the odds
Your children may soon be grieving

You pray for a way to avoid the shot
Instead of praying for a cure
If your god was here he’d know
Your intentions are far from pure

Goodbye, Cyanide Cindy
Daughter of Typhoid Mary
You contradict every scientist in the world
Like a child believing in fairies

No shot, no mask, no service
You wonder what you’ve done to deserve this
No shot, no mask, no service
Now rest in peace and don’t disturb us

• Hard rock
• Rock
• folk rock
• guitar rock
• hard rock
• Ringwood