Shun

Foetus

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 
Its stormy weather 
We waited long and hard 
Hell bent for heather 
How can one so empty 
Remain together ever? 
There are no pros in prostitution 
There is no rest in restituition 
But there's always ins 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 pros in prostitution 
There is no rest in restituition 
But there's always ins to the institution 
I keep mute in my mutilation 
Put up no fuss in my frustration 
Shun...shun...shun 
There are no pros in prostitution 
There is no rest in restituition 
But there's always ins to the institution 
I keep mute in my mutilation 
Put up no fuss in my frustration