The Lord Hates A Coward

歌詞

Tales are told of terrible men Of anger, poise and pride She's got a lot of pickled onions Hanging from her thighs Then violence solved everything Violence, she solved everything Violence solved everything Violence, she solved everything Get some, get some, no pressure son Get some, get some, no pressure son If you want to press, press us If you want to press, press us If you want to go, if you want to go If you want to go, if you want to go If you want to press, press us She faked her death for maximum love Then loved until she fell She's got a lot of opinions, A present from a friend Then violence solved everything Violence, she solved everything Violence solved everything Violence, she solved everything Get some, get some, no pressure son Get some, get some, no pressure son If you want to press, press us If you want to press, press us If you want to go, if you want to go If you want to go, if you want to go