| 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 |