Album Name : Tomahawk
Release Date : 2001-10-30
Song Duration : 2:39
Tomahawk 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 f..ckin' 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
[Incomprehensible] 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
