God Hates A Coward (Tomahawk)

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 [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