Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tormen, artist - Slim Twig. Album song Derelict Dialect & Vernacular Violence, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 04.08.2008
Record label: Paper Bag
Song language: English
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 |
| 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!» |