Revolving doors, what have I done For someone on the TV, a tippin' low Revolving doors, what will I become A redneck son He paid up for a seven But he only got an eight And now, the fear that I'm posed By all the pills, I say no running On a foggy day Revolving doors, what have I done I sit in a diner and the Beatles play I paid up for a seven But I only got a seven And now, the fear that I'm posed By all the pills, I say to run down the hill Revolving doors, foggy day Revolving doors, revolving doors A stony on the eastern seaboard He got silver up his nose He paid up for three But got only two Revolving doors, foggy day Revolving doors, seems I was born Revolving doors, foggy day Revolving doors, seems I was born Revolving doors, foggy day Revolving doors, revolving Revolving doors, foggy day Revolving doors, foggy day Revolving doors, foggy day