Revolving doors, what have I done?
Someone on the TV, tipping low
Revolving doors, what will I become?
A redneck song
You paid up for a seven,
But he only got an eight, and now
I feel that I'm paused
By all the pills, I see no running
On a foggy day
Сегодня туманно, и я считаю что это мой трэк дня.
