Tomahawk - God Hates a Coward | Текст песни

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God Hates A Coward
I've sewn my seeds with a metric grosse
No footsteps go beyond it
I'll eat the death
Where the rooster crows
Flesh rodeo, yee-har, it's
Just to push in your teardrops
Make you a cyclops
Breakin' the branches off your family tree
Keep you up like a fluffer girl
Ain't that enough of the
Look in the sewer for my pedigree
Your truly cause repeats its pulse
And makes your tears, if you needed too
Make me blow my brains out
Pointin' the gun
Put my neck in a noose
But I'm hangin' tough
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Listen closer to your mother
You can hear ocean roar
Sittin' quiet in the corner
Put another record on
God hates a coward, sonny
Got a date with your VCR
Watch another action movie
Dream of me
On the only piano
Wrote the fuckin' concerto
Shoot pool with your eyeballs
Rack 'em up
Make a meal of your asshole
Gnaw on your fat soul
Dipping your heart in my vinegar
Like a million disappeared
Just how long did you think they would live
Prepare yourself
Come on defend
And everyone defend
?
And give me something to kill
I'll never finish my plate
Or I'll burn it up
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my
Day, my, day, my, day, my, day my, day, my, day, day, day, my

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