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Slim Twig
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Tormen
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 Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 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!'
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