Turnkey Lyrics

Turnkey lyrics

I've been waiting a long time 

holding my tongue 

studying the situation 

run and get the turnkey 

tell him to release the ill 

for every man must have a chance 

to save himself 



you take care of blackjack 

I'll carry Anne de Vil 

she's out in the kitchen 

makin' up for a Coupe de Ville 

it's hard enough being truthful 

without sounding self-righteous 

run and get the turnkey 

tell him I'm unconscious 



too much medicine 

trouble in my spirit 

got nothin' to say 

and got no one to hear it 

too much medicine 

trouble in my soul 

run and get the turnkey 

tell him I've lost control 



you take care of blackjack… 



I've been waiting a long time…