Letra God Hates A Coward de Tomahawk original
I'll shoot my seed with a metric grosse No footsteps go beyond it I'll eat the dead Where the rooster crows Fresh rodeo's, eat hardest Take a piss in your teardrops Make you a cyclops Breakin' the branches off your palm tree Keep you up like a fluffer girl Ain't that enough? No sir Look in the sewer for my pedigree Your koolaid charms and beaded balls Have made your senses shit Ain't it true Make me blow my brains out Packing a gun For my thinking of you But I'm hangin' tough Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my Day, my, day, my, day, my, day, my Listen closely to your mother You can hear an 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 the millions of piggies That you thought that would live To see them coming on back And if it wasn't the piggy That was causing the screaming That we're coming to kill I'd never sleep at night Alright 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