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 been 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 I'm on to my last cig
And I can barely breathe
Spent all these long days and long nights
Where I'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 been in a while
