You walked in, and were treated like kin
You settled for living in sin
Two kids, no ring on her hand
How can you say you are a real man
The money I lent you, you've already spent
On booze and cigarettes
You haven't worked in a year or more
You're treating my sister like a 2 bit whore
You make it wrong, I'll make it right
Mess with my kin You'll get a fight
Gonna give you counseling my way
I'm feeling torn again
Phone rings it's half past 10
It's your kids calling, crying again
They say their Momma's laying on the floor
Behind a kicked in door
I'm done with the talking
I'm done with the lies
I've giving you too may tries
I'm sending a bill that your gonna pay
I think I've gone sling blade!
Friday night I get in my truck
I'm my own possie I'm on a man hunt
Pull into the wheel bar
See you're rusted out beat up car
I bust through the door I sight you in
A right cross And you fall like a tree
Stomp on your head now I'm through
Think you met the boy named sue
Torn Again Video (MV)
Performed By: Full Blown Nine
Length: 4:24
Written by: Barry Galvin, David Cook, John Lipchik, John Wurm, Stephen Sweik
Full Blown Nine - Torn Again Lyrics
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You walked in, and were treated like kin
You settled for living in sin
Two kids, no ring on her hand
How can you say you are a real man
The money I lent you, you've already spent
On booze and cigarettes
You haven't worked in a year or more
You're treating my sister like a 2 bit whore
You make it wrong, I'll make it right
Mess with my kin You'll get a fight
Gonna give you counseling my way
I'm feeling torn again
Phone rings it's half past 10
It's your kids calling, crying again
They say their Momma's laying on the floor
Behind a kicked in door
I'm done with the talking
I'm done with the lies
I've giving you too may tries
I'm sending a bill that your gonna pay
I think I've gone sling blade!
Friday night I get in my truck
I'm my own possie I'm on a man hunt
Pull into the wheel bar
See you're rusted out beat up car
I bust through the door I sight you in
A right cross And you fall like a tree
Stomp on your head now I'm through
Think you met the boy named sue
You settled for living in sin
Two kids, no ring on her hand
How can you say you are a real man
The money I lent you, you've already spent
On booze and cigarettes
You haven't worked in a year or more
You're treating my sister like a 2 bit whore
You make it wrong, I'll make it right
Mess with my kin You'll get a fight
Gonna give you counseling my way
I'm feeling torn again
Phone rings it's half past 10
It's your kids calling, crying again
They say their Momma's laying on the floor
Behind a kicked in door
I'm done with the talking
I'm done with the lies
I've giving you too may tries
I'm sending a bill that your gonna pay
I think I've gone sling blade!
Friday night I get in my truck
I'm my own possie I'm on a man hunt
Pull into the wheel bar
See you're rusted out beat up car
I bust through the door I sight you in
A right cross And you fall like a tree
Stomp on your head now I'm through
Think you met the boy named sue
Writer: Barry Galvin, David Cook, John Lipchik, John Wurm, Stephen Sweik
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid