The Lord Hates A Coward

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