Mr Turtle

Yeah I'm on to my last cig

And I can barely breathe

Yeah I'm on to my last cig

And I can barely breathe

He's waiting for the phone call

He's waiting on the dial

Taking him to the places

That he ain't seen in a while

Hey there Mr. Turtle

Who came from down below

Never had a problem drinking whiskey that's for sure

Went into the city, it had a little snow

Fell in love with gambling he's fucked up that's for sure (woah woah)

He's fucked up that's for sure (oh woah oh)

Yeah I'm on to my last cig

And I can barely breathe

Yeah l'm on to my last cig

And I can barely breathe

Spent all these long days and long nights

Where l've just been moving slow

Spent all these long days and lonely nights

Where I'm still pleased on my own

He's waiting for the phone call

He's waiting on the dial

Taking him to the places

That he ain't seen in a while