Another face at the window
To take me away from you
To a place that I just won't goIt's always hard to remember
What of pleasure and pain, oh well
I just don't want to knowAnd their 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 youThe turn of the screw!He was born to be angry
A fire that just burned cold
And you knew you should keep awayThen on a night in a city
It happened and lost control
So it's on to his last todayThey'll dress him up in style
To walk the final mile to somewhere
And one just thing to do
Oh, maybe it could happen to youThe turn of the screw!If they leave, we will follow
And they're leading to youWe measure in time
And then we end
The mountains we climb
Are just pretendYou'll be rich, you'll be golden
Just sign on the dotted line
No need to read the rulesAnd we might let you know
If there's a way to back your bible
But one more thing to do
And how we love to pull it to youThe turn of the screw!Here comes another
You're at the end, we'll finish with you!
On to the next one
And the turn of the screw!