The Turn of the Screw

Another face at the window
To take me away from you
To a place that I just won’t go
It’s always hard to remember
Was it pleasure or pain, oh well
I just don’t want to know
And there’s service with a smile
Don’t need to see your money
But one more thing to do
And we’re just about to do it to you
The turn of the screw
He was born to be angry
A fire that just burned cold
And you knew you should keep away
Then on a night in the city
It happened he lost control
So it’s on to his last today
They’ll dress him up in style
To walk the final mile to somewhere
And one last thing to do
Oh, maybe it could happen to you
The turn of the screw
If they lead, we will follow
And they’re leading to you
We measure in time
And then we end
The mountains we climb
Are just pretend
You’ll be rich, you’ll be golden
Just sign on the dotted line
No need to read the rules
And we might let you know
If there’s a way to beg or borrow
But one more thing to do
And how we love to put it to you
The turn of the screw
Here comes another
You’re empty and we’re finished with you
On to the next one
And the turn of the screw