A black pool under feet, swept by rain-fed streets
It was 3 (AM) when I took my beating

With a drumbeat head I got up instead
to find out just who’s been mistreating

Faceless faces shuffling past with dead set eyes
always wanting never to see

Ripped, Torn, Broken

All the clues confused me, ’bout the ones who bruised me
So I made no plans for the first time
Walked up to some girls I stoked, they told me about the man who smokes
and the black flies who followed when he chimed

So I stumbled down to find the ones who took my crown
whose names, well, they ain’t worth repeatin’
I had no gun, but when I was done, oh
They picked up their teeth, while retreatin’

That much they did; That much they did….

Ripped, Torn, Broken

Words & Music by Chance

©2008 Upside Down Left Handed Music (BMI)