Pick the Dead Card Lock

[Вступление] [Sharp snare crack; one clipped guitar stab] [Bass slide; two staccato guitar stabs] [Groove locks in] [Куплет 1] You called me at the hotel closing bell The master cards went dead across the hall The desk clerk’s got a line out to the doors And every guest is asking who to call [Припев] I’ve got one hand on the office lock Pick gun rattling while the minutes drop You say, “get it open—make it fast” The fire marshal’s checking every pass [Куплет 2] The manager is pacing by the desk A room key blinks and then it quits again The lobby queue is curling past the plants Your radio spits, “inspection—where and when?” [Припев] I’ve got one hand on the office lock Pick gun rattling while the minutes drop You say, “get it open—make it fast” The fire marshal’s checking every pass [Guitar solo] [Припев] I’ve got one hand on the office lock Pick gun rattling while the minutes drop You say, “get it open—make it fast” The fire marshal’s checking every pass [Аутро] The bolt gives way; the hallway moves again You pocket the dead cards and call it in