Shun

Be careful what you pray for... you might just get it

Don't try to be a hero

Or you'll regret it

Every little thing looks bad if you remember it

Wake up and smell the mildew

...Then just forget it

The wings of liberty have lost their feathers

The tide turns way too often

It's stormy weather

We waited long and hard

Hell bent for heather

How can one so empty

Remain together ever?

There are no pro's in prostitution

There is no rest in restituition

But there's always in's to the institution

I keep mute in my mutilation

Put up no fuss in my frustration

Don't try to be a hero

Or you'll regret it

Be careful what you pray for

You might just get it

We waited long and hard

Birds of a feather

How can two so empty

Remain together ever?

There are no pro's in prostitution

There is no rest in restituition

But there's always in's to the institution

I keep mute in my mutilation

Put up no fuss in my frustration

Shun... shun... shun

There are no pro's in prostitution

There is no rest in restituition

But there's always in's to the institution

I keep mute in my mutilation

Put up no fuss in my frustration