MIKE PATTON PARODIES |
| ARTIST: Tomahawk ALBUM: Tomahawk (Self-Titled) LABEL: Ipecac Records RELEASED: October 30, 2001 DURATION: 42:10 – 13 Tracks SONG: God Hates A Coward |
LYRICS: Cosmic Jester
COMMENTS: “This one was pretty straight forward and I feel like this all the time..” PARODY: God Hates A Friday |
| I’ll sow my seeds with a metric grosseNo footsteps go beyond itI’ll eat the dirtWhere the rooster crowsFresh rodeos, yee-harlotCheck your pulse in your teardropsMake you a cyclops
Breakin’ the branches off your family tree Keep you up like a fluffer girl Leak out enough, with a Look in the sewer for my pedigree Your duly cause repeats its pulse And makes your tears, as you needed too Make me blow my brain out, pointin’ a gun While im thinking of you But I’m hangin’ tough! Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by 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, I 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 you know you ‘sappeared? Just like you knew they would live Yourself comin’ to bed And if you’re comin’ to pick And then you’re comin’ to scream And then I’m comin’ to kill I’ll never finish my paper, I’ll burn it up Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by Day, by, day, by, day, by, day, by Day, by, day, by, day, by … |
I’ll fall asleep, my alarm clock goesHeard footsteps, open closetsI feel like dirtWhen the rooster crowsNo Cheerios, or omlettesHear my pulse in my head lotsWish I was dead lots
Grabbin’ for earplugs that are next to me Wake me up tomorrow, would ya Aint had enough, a-yuh Won’t go to school from eight-o-clock to three I’ll hear a song that’s way too long It hurts my ears, on the radio Help me shut my brain off, sleeping again I’m not going to work I hate getting up! Day, Monday, Monday, Monday, Mon- Day, Monday, Monday, Monday, Mon.. Everything is nice and quiet Then you hear rooster crow Laying down under the covers Put another blanket on God should have made it sunday Had a date with my VCR Watched another horror movie. Got no sleep Gotta go to the bathroom But I can’t move a muscle Won’t open my eyeballs, rackin’ Z’s Dreampt I was in a castle Meetin’ Picasso Switching his paint with malt vinegar Then my bedroom appeared And I just don’t want to live I’m just comin’ to bed, And if you’re comin to wake, And then I’m gonna get sick, And then I’m takin’ a pill, It should be Saturday, and I’m throwin’ up Day, Monday, Monday, Monday, Mon- Day, Monday, Monday, Monday, Mon- Day, Monday, Monday, Mon … |
