Slim Twig - Tormen lyrics

Tormen, he was a snake-oil salesman Took a lesion, a stake and Three f**ing 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 gla**-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 gla** 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!"