Shrunken Head

Everything is torn apart still hunting Insoles already worn down Still running Microwaves cook my head It's feeling shrunken You've got to have the money up front There's no fronting Everything is torn apart still hunting All for naught Insoles already worn down Still running Bird sings it's final song Microwaves cook my head It's feeling shrunken All for naught You've got to have the money up front There's no fronting None at all It's becoming soot You're becoming wood Miracles can happen And they would if I thought they could Check with administration As it's stood Then what's bad is good Raining heavy metal on the hood While escaping regulations from it It's becoming soot You're becoming wood Miracles can happen And they would if I thought they could Check with administration As it's stood Then what's bad is good Raining heavy metal on the hood While escaping regulations from it Everything is torn apart still hunting Insoles already worn down Still running Microwaves cook my head It's feeling shrunken You've got to have the money up front There's no fronting Everything is torn apart still hunting All for naught Insoles already worn down Still running Bird sings it's final song Microwaves cook my head It's feeling shrunken All for naught You've got to have the money up front There's no fronting None at all