Testo di Shun

Be careful what you pray for...you might just get it Dont try to be a hero Or youll 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 theres always ins to the institution I keep mute in my mutilation Put up no fuss in my frustration Dont try to be a hero Or youll 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 theres 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 theres always ins to the institution I keep mute in my mutilation Put up no fuss in my frustration