The Lord Hates A Coward - Future Of The Left

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

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