Slim Twig
Slim Twig - Tormen songtekst
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tormen, he was a snake-oil salesman took a lesion, a stake and three fucking greasy henchman and if on one friendless night he were to call you a brethren i would run my brother gun my brother till your sweat it is relentless he was well versed in witnesses and vintage carbines he drove a long black hearse with a harlot and a chaffeur and he'd show me a good time on a sunday night but i'd have to clean up the mess and i had to learn how to fight well, i saw a lot that night i saw a lot that night and i fought for my life with a glass-fashioned knife when he speaks of blood it's your vital not your kin oh much is slit over misintention let me speak to you of my intention I'm a chat intervention let me speak to you of attention i take my attention hammer it to a nickel in the glass house the gutter the gutter the gutter the gutter tormen tormen i said tormen he was a cannibal tormen and his brazen gang and a torch in hand and a vernacular of pain with a carboy and a half full demijohn well he took me by the nape (i had my blue leather on) and i said "no, i am that mercy mercenary!"